Page 20 of Spice's Halloween

“Spice?” I whispered.

“Get the fuck out of here. The asshole is carrying,” Spice shouted with alarm in his voice.

“You’re shot?” I screeched, forgetting the armed intruder bit. Worried, I stepped inside and peered around in the dark.

“Lindy, leave!” Spice roared.

“But you’re hurt!”

“The motherfucker might still be here. Honestly, Lindy, fuckin’ go!”

“No, he drove away. I saw him,” I replied, praying I was correct.

On edge, I moved forward and spotted a figure propped up on the floor by the entrance to the kitchen.

“Spice!” I cried and hit the light.

“You’re gonna be the death of me,” Spice grumbled as I dropped to my knees and checked him over. Blood streamed down his bare chest from his shoulder.

“You’re wounded! Oh fuck, you’re shot!” I exclaimed as panic rose.

“Calm down,” Spice ordered as my hands fluttered in his face.

Not answering, I jumped up and ran into the kitchen and grabbed some clean towels. I dashed back and placed one on Spice’s shoulder. Spice winced, and I guessed I’d been a little heavy-handed.

“Sorry. Oh God, I can’t believe you were hit. David freaking opened fire on you!” I babbled.

“David? You saw him?”

“Yes, in the window!”

Spice’s hand landed on my thigh, and he held my gaze.

“Lindy, calm your ass down. Don’t tell the police David shot me. My club will deal with that cunt. The wound isn’t life-threatening, although it’s gonna be a pain in my ass,” Spice said.

“David shot your ass, too? That’s a crime because you have a really nice butt,” I cried, and Spice chuckled and flinched again.

“My butt’s fine, Lindy. The asshole hit my shoulder, and I’ve taken one to the leg, but I’m okay. Take some deep breaths, baby,” Spice spoke calmly.

Sirens sounded outside, and I lifted my head.

“Help! He’s been shot!” I screamed.

Spice sighed.

A man I vaguely recognised entered the house, followed by two uniforms. They spotted me on the floor, and Spice sitting propped up, and yelled for us to hold our hands up.

“Love to asshole, but I’ve been hit, as you can see,” Spice snapped.

“Keep your hands in the open. Denning, cuff him,” the plain-clothed guy ordered.

“Why are you cuffing him? Spice is the victim,” I screeched, making everyone wince.

“Lady, we received a call. You had an intruder in your home,” the idiot in charge said.

My memory clicked, and I realised this was the detective from before.

“You!” I seethed, and he looked shocked. “Yes, I called. I climbed out my window to escape and ran to Spice for help. When I got there, we both witnessed someone at my bedroom window, and Spice came over to try and…” I broke off. I guessed what Spice’s intentions had been, but I couldn’t tell the cops that.

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