(Damon)
The second she disappeared into the alley accompanied by Camila, I let out a deep breath that I didn't know I had been holding.
She was safe, for now, at least.
But whoever sent those bastards into that club… they had made a mistake. A terrible one.
I walked back through the back door, keeping low with my gun raised. The music was long gone, replaced by the distant wail of sirens and the occasional sob of someone too shaken to move.
Most people had fled, which was good.
Less witnesses.
My eyes scanned the room and I found two more bodies. One in a black hoodie slumped near the DJ booth, another sprawled near the bar with a weapon still in hand. Both dead. My shots? Jaxon’s? I didn’t know and I didn't care.
I only needed answers.
And that was when I saw him crawling.
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