Crow
The room erupted into chaos as Gunners body fell backwards against the cushions. Men rushed to their feet , women screamed. And Chloe just knelt there in nothing but her black thong, staring at the ruined stump of her husband’s neck.
There was nothing left of his head.
Shrugging out of my cut I draped it around her shoulders. Pulling her back off the blood soaked carpet. At first she fought against me. Her whole body shaking.
“Chloe.”
Still she didn’t look at me.
“Chloe.” I said it sharper. And this time her head turned slowly. She gazed back at me with glazed unfocused eyes. “Chloe are you hurt?”
It was like I hadn’t said a word. She went back to staring at Gunners lifeless body.
“She’s in shock.” Double muttered. “Not that I can blame her. Who the hell took that shot?”
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