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HADLEY
More gunshots fired and I ran as fast as I could. Shades could be seen through the window, getting to his feet but I couldn’t see Connor. Where was he? Shades hobbled across the floor, g*n drawn. No! I raced up the stairs and pointed my g*n at his chest. Blake was on top of Tristan, his fists hitting flesh, he didn’t see Shades coming.
I pulled the trigger and the next thing I knew, he was on the floor, bleeding out from a wound in his gut. Not where I was aiming, but at least I hit my mark. He grunted in pain and reached for his g*n. Another shot rang out and I screamed, turning my head away from the b****y c*****e.
Gun drawn, Connor stood by my side, his expression full of turmoil. “It’s over, Tristan,” he growled low.
Blake slammed Tristan’s head on the marble floor and s
