Protecting Olivia [Fate Harbor 2] (Siren Publishing Ménage Amour) by Caitlyn O'Leary

Author:Caitlyn O'Leary
Language: eng
Format: mobi
Tags: Romance
Published: 2014-05-12T16:00:00+00:00

Chapter 11

Everything slowed down, so that it seemed each second seemed like a minute. Ian saw the man in the crowd at the ribbon-cutting ceremony. He looked different. Everyone else seemed to be smiling, but not him. What’s more, everyone else was wearing jeans, sweatshirts, and hoodies, but this man was wearing slacks and a sports jacket. He stood out. Ian watched as he reached into his jacket, in that odd motion that always spoke of someone reaching for a gun in a holster. Ian held his breath. Maybe he was wrong. Maybe that next millisecond he wouldn’t see the butt of a gun passing the flap of the man’s jacket, but he did see the glint of gun, and he was meters away from Olivia, who was up on the stage. A flashbulb popped as they took another picture of Olivia.

“Gun!” he yelled, hoping against hope that people, especially Olivia, would know to duck. Ian had to reach her, but he wasn’t armed, and the man was too far away. “Gun!” he screamed again, using one hand to leap onto the stage, no longer looking at the man. Now time changed, and it was going by in fast forward. He couldn’t get to Olivia fast enough, who was turning to wrap her arms around a woman beside her, trying to protect her, when it was obvious that Olivia was the target.

He heard the shot, as he saw Olivia jerk, and blood bloom, just as he crashed into her, taking her and the woman down to the floor of the stage. He heard himself scream, “Gun!” again.

The world was still spinning fast when he pulled himself off Olivia and saw that blood was pouring from her upper arm. Joshua was crouching down beside them, talking into his cell phone. “The shooter ran,” he was reporting to the 9-1-1 dispatcher. “We need an ambulance immediately for a gunshot victim. To the left upper arm,” he said, responding to a question.

“Livvy, are you all right?” Ian pulled her into his arms, careful of her arm. She pushed him away, holding onto her arm, and sat up on her own. She groaned in pain.

“Damn it, I think the bullet is still in there, it hurts.” Then Ian saw the tears of pain in her eyes.

“Of course, it hurts! You were fucking shot.” Ian ripped off his shirt and started tearing it into strips, then pulled her suit jacket off, swearing to himself as he heard her yelp. He made a pad from some of the strips, then gently bandaged it to her arm with the other strips to stop the bleeding.

Ian pulled her tenderly toward him again. This time she allowed it, resting her head against his chest. “Ian, I don’t feel too good, I’m feeling kind of fuzzy.”

“I don’t feel so good either, honey. The ambulance will be here soon,” he soothed.

“I think I’m going to pass out.” And then she did. He held her against his chest. She wasn’t the only one in shock, so was Ian.

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