Kian's body lifelessly dropped to the floor. A shocked gasp escaped my mouth. The syringe dropped from my hands.
Apollo was on his feet in an instant. He aimed his gun in Uncle Aaron's direction, ready to take action if he needed to.
Uncle Aaron tucked his gun back into his waistband before slowly lifting his hands in surrender.
My blood turned to ice. He shot him. Uncle Aaron shot Kian.
No. No. No. I dropped to my knees, staring at Kian in disbelief. My hands were covered in blood as I took his face in my hands.
I shook my head in disbelief. "What the hell have you done? Why did you kill him?!" I yelled at Uncle Aaron, my hands violently curling into his suit jacket.
"I did what was necessary, Bean," he calmly stated.
"I asked you to leave. Why would you kill him when he was o
