"If you hang up you'll never see your family again."
"The police are already on the case. I don't have to participate in these stupid games to get what I want. I'm not getting involved in whatever you have to offer."
A dark chuckle made my...
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A shower of gunfire followed the objection. I shrieked as Henry, Mike, and I ducked behind an obnoxious couch.
I saw Dottie frantically running, her bound arms throwing her off-balance. I shouted for her to join us with desperate hand gestures, but she could not see or hear me over the chaos.
"I'm going to get Dottie!" I screamed to Henry.
"Be careful!" He hollered back.
I kicked off my heels and sprinted towards Dottie, occasionally ducking behind a piece of furniture to shield myself from the flying bullets. Blood soaked the ripped train of my dress.
I grabbed Dottie by the shoulder and threw her into the dining room. A guard drew his gun, prompting me to throw a plate at him. The flying porcelain distracted him long enough for me to disarm him, claiming his firearm for myself.
"You stay right here. You and I will have a long talk when this is all over, and you're going to explain everything to me." I ordered.
I ripped the tape off her mouth.
"Jacklynn-"
"No, no talking. Not from you. Not now. We will talk later."
"Jacklynn-"
"No, I don't want to hear it right now. I have bigger things to worry about." I handed her my gun.
"I know you know how to use this. Do so if you have to."
She nodded before I turned to grab another gun from the unconscious man.
"Jacklynn, look out!" Dottie screamed.
A pair of arms wrapped around my torso and lifted me off the ground. I screamed and wrapped my legs around their waist before throwing all of my weight forward. Both of us bodies landed on the floor, knocking the wind out of me.
I recovered and climbed on top of the man before punching his lights out.
"Why didn't you shoot him?" I huffed at Dottie.
"I didn't want to hit you." She responded."
I rolled my eyes and searched the man's pockets for a gun.
A pair of footsteps from behind brought me to my feet. I swung my fist, which someone caught.
"Jamie! I could've hurt you."
"You couldn't hurt me even if you tried to. Do you want to bring a gun to a civil war?" She extended her hand to me, a gun resting in her palm.
