ZAYN’S POV
The thunderous sound of the bullet, as it fired, rang in my ears for a while, followed by the sharp sound of Ariana’s scream. I stumbled a few steps back, placing my right hand over my shoulder as the searing pain was like nothing I’d ever felt before.
It was sharp, burning, relentless, and I could feel the weight of the thick bullet he’d fired into my shoulder. I gritted my teeth in pain, refusing to let Julian see how much it hurt.
Blood was soaking through my crisp white shirt and the fabric clung to my skin as more of my blood gushed out of the opening in my shoulder, but I didn’t care.
The smirk on Julian’s face widened as he pointed the gun at me again, his finger hovering over the trigger like he was daring me to make another move. “Still think I’m bluffing, huh, Za
