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Olive reached for Sonny’s arm, desperate to grab his gun out of his hand before he could pull the trigger.

But the man was surprisingly strong.

He whipped his hand back.

Metal collided with her face.

Pain pulsed through her cheek.

Before Olive could do anything else, another bullet exploded through the air.

CHAPTER 50

Everything seemed to happen fast, yet in slow motion.

In mere seconds, Olive did a quick assessment of herself. Had she been shot?

She didn’t think so.

She saw no new injuries. Pain still screamed down her arm, from her earlier wound. Her cheek throbbed, but she didn’t think anything was broken.

She jerked her gaze toward the door.

Jason now stood over Sonny. The older man was sprawled on his back on the floor.

Her gaze swept over the men as she searched for blood on either of them.

She saw none.

“Jason?” His name came out sounding breathless.

“I’m okay.” His eyes zeroed in on her arm. “You?”

“The bullet just skimmed my skin. I’ll be fine.” She glanced at Sonny. “Is he . . . ?”

Then the man moaned.

Liquid began to moisten his black uniform near his chest.

Jason put both of his hands on Sonny’s wound to stop the bleeding. As he did, Olive grabbed Sonny’s gun—whichhad fallen to the floor—and she tucked the weapon into her waistband.

“Call 911,” Jason murmured.

Olive did just that.

“How could you have done this?” Jason asked Sonny as he continued to put compression on his wound.

“It wasn’t . . . supposed to . . . happen like this,” Sonny murmured, his words weak.

“I thought more of you,” Jason continued. “Do you even realize what you were about to do?”

“She told me.” He glanced at Olive before he groaned, and his eyes closed.

Jason simply shook his head and kept his hands on the wound.

But Sonny was fading fast. Hopefully, paramedics would arrive soon.

Because this man deserved his day in court for what he’d done.

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