Sophia inhaled sharply, unable to utter a single sound.

Another grunt from Chase and a wheeze. Blood poured on her jeans from the new fresh wound on Chase's left side.

Everything seemed to move in slow motion and silence. She didn't hear the screams or the sirens until her own voice cut in, piercing the veil and ringing out in her ears. She let out an ear splitting scream and gripped Chase's front in desperation.

They were being gunned down, out in the open.

"It's okay,” Chase rasped out. “I’ll protect you,"

Then suddenly, he was ripped from her as his men pulled him up. Sophia reached out and managed...