Page 62 of Bound to the Crime Lord

She held on to it tightly, but I could tell she was scared of it, and I knew then that this could only end one way.

“Stay right there or I’ll shoot!” She waved her gun in her grip.

Diego raised his weapon pointing, it at Juliette. He clicked the weapon into place and looked at me over his shoulder. “Say goodbye to your lovely woman, brother.”

“Juliette!” I ambled to my feet, but I still couldn’t find my equilibrium. “Juliette, run!”

“Goodbye, sweetheart.” Diego turned his gaze from me and focused on Juliette.

“No!” I stumbled to my feet, barely able to stand straight, but I managed.

Juliette closed her eyes as if accepting her fate. And then the gun went off.

Chapter Thirty

Juliette POV

Diego’s eyes went wide, the gun in his hand fell to the floor with a loud clatter. I watched as the realization he had been shot crossed his features. The forest fell deathly quiet, not even a single bird could be heard.

Diego stared down at the bullet wound, his hand dipping into the blood that trickled from his abdomen. His eyes then lifted to look at me dead in the eye before his lips split into a shit-eating grin.

“You’re a good shot,chica. But I’m better.” And then he dropped to the floor, the blood pooling from his body like a fountain stream creating a large puddle of red.

I kept my gun trained on him fearing that he would somehow miraculously wake up and come after us again.

My chest rose and fell, the adrenaline filling my body at large gusts. I tried to ease my racing heart, but the thought of having just taken a life had my head in a tailspin.

“I killed him…” I muttered under my breath. “I killed him…”

I was in utter shock and disbelief. My eyes moved to Manuel, who was looking at me like a wounded dog. He held his hands up as if to show that he was not a threat to me.

“Amor, I need you to put the gun down.” Blood dripped from the side of his head, and his shirt was all ruffled from the row he had gotten into with Diego.

Diego. I had killed him.

Those words rang loudly in my head over and over again.

I stared at his lifeless body, unmoving and hollow.

My hands still held onto the gun tightly. The same hand that I had used countless times over to mend wounds and to heal had just taken the life of a man. Granted, he was not a good person, but that gave me no right to take his life from him.

Do no harm…

I had sworn an oath, to myself, to my field, and to the people of the world. And yet here I was, wielding a weapon of destruction.

“Juliette, my love, look at me. Don’t look at the body, look at me.” I tore my gaze from Diego and looked into the same molten-whiskey eyes that always managed to ease me. “That’s it, baby. Give it to me.”

Manuel took the gun from my grasp and threw it to the side. He grabbed both my shoulders and forced me to look at him. “You’re bleeding, Juliette. I need to get you to a hospital.”

His mouth was moving, but I could barely hear the words that were coming out.

What?

He pressed his hand down on my abdomen, and that’s when I noticed the blood pooling out of my stomach.

Oh.

The adrenaline poured out of me, my body losing its ability to numb the pain. I doubled over the gun wound inflicting an immense amount of pain.

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