The sound of the gunshot froze everyone in the room.
Gwen’s body stiffened. Her heart raced wildly as her eyes darted around, searching for where the shot had landed. Then she saw it, Damien’s leg. Blood flowed from the wound.
“Damien!” she screamed, her voice breaking.
“Shut up!” Liam shouted back, grabbing Gwen roughly by the arm and pulling her close, his grip strong and cruel.
Sandra, who had been standing near the bar, glanced around quickly. Her eyes landed on a glass bottle, and without thinking twice, she crept up behind Liam and smashed it hard across the back of his head.
Liam groaned loudly, stumbling forward from the blow. That moment of distraction was all Damien needed. He lunged at Liam again, tackling him to the floor despite the blood running down his leg. The two men
