Page 77 of She Gives Love a Bad Name

Eddie pulls a chain from his neck, a medal dangling from the thin chain.

“Fuck.” Donovan turns the force of his rage on the man sitting beside him. “What the fuck were you thinking, Jack?”

Jack flinches, then jumps to his feet, drawing his pistol. He levels it at Quinn, and my heart stops.

“Nobody fucking move or the bitch dies. Got it?” He starts to back away, heading for the door.

I take a step toward him.

“Don’t fucking tempt me, pig, or I’ll put a bullet right between her eyes.”

Quinn gasps, stepping closer to the bar, her thigh bumps the cooler blocking her advance. “Don’t, Jack. Please.”

“Shut the fuck up,” he shouts, brandishing his gun. “I almost had you, bitch, but now I’ll finish it.”

A scream rips from her throat at the same moment Donovan’s men rush him. But they’re too slow. I bolt forward, ready to knock him to the ground.

He pivots and a shot rings through the bar.

The bullet tears through my flesh. Heat consumes me. I stumble, and a second shot hits my shoulder, knocking me sideways. I collapse, pain ripping through me as I hit the floor.

There’s a scuffle and shouts, but they’re muffled. Everything moves in slow motion.

I clutch my chest, gasping for breath. The bar fades to muted hues of color. My lungs burn. Warmth floods my hands.

In the distance, I hear shouts and commotion, but the ringing in my ears drowns it out.

Everything goes dark.

Chapter Twenty-Six

Quinn

The world fades intoslow motion as Grant hits the floor.

I climb across the bar, knocking over bottles in the process. Blood pools around his body. Shit. Panic pulses through me, stirring up the terror of losing him.

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