Page 55 of Two/Face

Bhodi looks between us for a moment, his eyes flicking between us both.

“I wouldn’t do that.”

I feel my blood run cold, and my eyes fly open. A deep click is heard from behind. I look to Bhodi, but a smirk has now appeared on his face. When I’m forcefully jerked towards the exit of the church, two large men dressed in all black point their guns at Harry and me.

My jaw falls open. I can almost hear my own blood surging through my ears as I look between the two masked men.

“What the fuck?” Harry mutters.

The fear in his voice is almost beautiful; I can feel his heart trying to burst out of his chest when he realizes, he’s fucking trapped.

I stare ahead, Harry is mumbling, but I’ve tuned him out. I can’t tear my eyes away from Two/Face, the black matte mask staring back at me. The dark reaper stands in front of me, his weapon pointed at Harry’s head.

“You have a choice, Harry.” Bhodi's voice oozes confidence and sarcasm, causing Harry to spin us both around. “You either leave here with me, in handcuffs. Or you go with them.” He gestures to Two/Face and the other masked man.

“But either way, you aren’t leaving here a free man; at least I know what will happen to you in custody. I can’t guarantee your safety with the other option.”

He spins around again. Neither of the masked men has moved. However, the one standing on the right slowly nods. The sinister skull mark is dirty. Trying to focus, I can spot dried blood and dirt smeared over what was once probably a white mask.

Harry growls, and my body is shunted forward into the pew. Smacking my cheek onto the solid wood with a loud crunch, I cry out. Rolling onto my back, I feel Eric try to pull me close to protect me, but Harry now holds the gun to his own head.

“I’m not fucking going anywhere!” he screams.

His body turning, both exits are blocked, and he has nowhere to go. Holding the gun to his own head, the sweat pours from his skin. His eyes are wild, but a shot is fired once he turns to Bhodi again. Slapping my palms over my ears, I see Harry writhing on the floor as blood pools into the carpet, clutching onto his arm.

I feel the relief wash over me as the gun lays by his side. Scrambling to my feet, I grab it and stand over him, pointing it at his head. I feel my body shake and the anger clutching me tight. Harry’s eyes widen in fear, but as a hand is placed over mine, he gently takes it from my grasp, which I don’t protest.

“It’s over, Summer.” Bhodi’s voice is quiet and soft as he leans in close to me.

The faint sound of sirens approaches, getting louder. Bhodi kicks Harry onto his front whilst he continues to cry in pain. Handcuffing him, he forcefully pulls him to his feet as the patrol and a couple of swat officers enter from both exits of the church.

I fall back hard into the pew, and with my head in my hands, I look at Eric. Still shaking in fear, he slowly nods towards me.

“Harry threatened to shoot you. That detective shot him in the arm to save you.”

“You didn’t see the other men?” I ask quietly.

“What men?”

He shrugs, and a knowing smile ghosts across his face before it’s pushed away and replaced with shock.

Chapter Twenty-Six

Bhodi?

“Grey, my office!”

The order pulls me back to the present, sliding my paperwork across the desk. My chair squeaks across the floor tiles. I feel my tense muscles stretch as the threat of exhaustion lingers over me. Running my hand over my tired face, I head for the captain’s office. Already sitting at his desk, he gestures for me to sit.

Closing the door behind me, I fall into the opposite chair as the captain continues to study me.

“That was some good work out there today, Grey.”

I nod slowly. “Thank you, sir.”

“But I have one problem.”

I cock my head to one side, gesturing for the captain to finish. “Ok?”

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