Page 44 of Obsessive Love

Hearing the slight tremor in his voice makes me laugh, and when he stares at me with a worried expression, my laugh turns to a guffaw.

I'm not sure Jericho's plan will go as smoothly as he thinks if Dominic is shaken from tonight's events, especially considering he's unharmed and has barely been shot at. This guy needs togo out more if he ever wants to be in charge of the whole organisation.

The gunfire behind us comes to a halt, so I raise my head and peek through the shattered window, counting the men who are reloading their guns, and then duck back down.

"There's four behind us, including Frank. You seem to have decent aim, so go for the two on the left. I'll aim for the guy on the furthest right and then I'll incapacitate the capo," I instruct, reloading Holly. I turn to Dominic, waiting for him to nod in understanding and then I kiss the butt of my gun for good luck before I stand up and open fire.

I fire two shots, and the guy on the left is on the floor, writhing in pain.

Another shot and Frank is clutching his leg as he aimlessly shoots back, missing me with each bullet.

I see one of the guys beside him raising their gun, preparing to shoot either Dominic or me, and although my instinct is to allow him to shoot at the King's heir, I see a flash of Sophia in my head with a sad and devastated expression on her face and it pulls at my heartstrings. I keep Holly pointed at Frank and push Dominic out of the way, causing my arm to be in the line of fire instead.

Pain erupts across the left side of my body as the bullet slices across my skin and I hiss at the discomfort as I swiftly move my gun away from Frank and shoot the perpetrator that just shot me.

"Get your gun, shoot Frank in the arm so that he can't shoot back at you, and then drag that fucker over here," I bark, glaring at Dominic, who's staring up at me in shock.

He immediately scurries around the car, doing as I've instructed and taking the small amount of time I have to lift the sleeve of my jumper and inspect the damage done to my arm.

I clench my jaw as fury seeps into my bones when I see the damage that the graze has done to the tattoo on my arm. I yank the sleeve back down and bolt around the car, my eyes locked onto Frank, who's currently being dragged across the concrete.

I raise Holly in front of me, aiming at his head and preparing to shoot him.

"Kaleb!" Jericho snaps from somewhere around me. "Put the fucking gun down!"

Red flashes across my vision as I feel blood leaking from my arm and seeping into the sleeve of my shirt. My chest heaves as I breathe through flared nostrils, battling with myself as to whether I should seek revenge and kill him or if I should do the logical thing and listen to Jericho.

"Kaleb!" Jericho shouts, this time from right beside me. "Hey, look at me."

He places his hand on the back of my neck and squeezes it lightly, but I don't dare move my eyes or my gun off of the mafia's capo.

"Kaleb, we need him. He can give us information," Jericho states.

"Put the gun down and then you can help me with torturing him," Leo suggests from behind me. "Surely that'd give you more satisfaction than just shooting him."

"Come on, Kaleb. I don't know what he's done but I need you to put the gun down."

"My tattoo," I snap, turning my icy glare away from Frank and onto my brother. "His guy shot me and it's fucked up my tattoo."

Jericho's brows crease as he glances down at my sleeve, seeing the blood seeping into the cotton. He rolls it up, lifting it enough to inspect the damage, and then he shakes his head and chuckles.

"Kaleb, it's just a scratch," he says, pulling my sleeve back down. "It's barely taken off any ink at all."

I grit my teeth, turn my attention back to Frank and pull the trigger, lodging a bullet into his other leg.

Sensing Jericho staring at me, I shrug and pocket my gun.

"It's just a scratch, Jer. It's barely made him bleed at all."

Leo chatters on as he drives through the gates that lead to Jericho's house whilst I sit in the passenger seat inspecting my bruised knuckles, picking off the dried, flakey bits of blood.

As he pulls up out front, I open my door and get out, not wanting to pretend to listen to whatever it is he's saying any longer. All I want at the moment is to check on my girl and make sure she's still safe and sound inside this fortress.

"Thanks for offering to help get him out of the boot, Kaleb, but I'm sure I'll be fine by myself," Leo says sarcastically, shaking his head.

"You're welcome," I retort, kicking the door shut and walking towards the house.

I walk into the house silently and creep up the stairs. I unzip my jacket, wrestling it off my body as I walk towards her room, screwing it up into a ball and dumping it outside in the hallway, leaving myself in a black long-sleeve top.

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