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I can barely breathe, barely even see as the lack of oxygen starts to affect me. But I'm not so blind that I don't notice the glimmer of a handgun in Debbie's hand, pointed directly at my three men.

Not bothering to give myself a moment to think, I race forward and let my protective instincts take over. Positioning myself between my men and the threat, I barely blink when Debbie pulls the trigger and sends the bullet flying straight toward my chest. The tension in the room is electric as time seems to slow down, the weight of the moment hanging heavy in the air.

"NO!" I scream.

Brimming with desperation, I throw myself forward and use my body as the shield to protect the three men I've come to love more than life itself. The sound of the gunshot reverberates off the walls of the studio, followed closely by screams of terror as people scramble for the doors.

My body slams against the side of the stage, and I know the bullet hit me but I can't feel it. I move with the momentum of the impact and roll to my feet, but my adrenaline-fueled rush is immediately replaced with a feeling of shock and disbelief. I gasp for breath as my heart races, my eyes scanning the chaos unfolding around me, my mind frantically trying to piece together what has just happened.

As the world around me erupts into chaos, I feel an overwhelming sense of adrenaline coursing through my veins.

"You nearly killed them!" I roar.

My gaze locks with Debbie's, and in that moment, I see a wildness in her eyes that chills me to the bone. It's as if she's no longer in control of herself, a puppet being pulled by some unseen force. I know that I have to act fast if I want to save my men and end this nightmare.

Drawing on every ounce of resilience and training I've ever possessed, I lunge for Debbie, the feeling of her soft skin and unyielding muscle under my hands as I wrap my arms around her.

Our bodies crash to the ground, the sound of our collision echoing through the now-empty studio. I feel the weight of the struggle, the adrenaline pumping in my veins, urging me on.

I wrestle the weapon from her hand, my fingers curling around the cold metal as I feel the power coursing through me. I kick it away with a burst of energy, the sound of it rolling across the floor a distant echo.

Pushing her down onto the ground, I pin her to the floor, my body a hard, unyielding force against hers. I can feel the rage seething in me, a fire that burns hot and bright.

As she thrashes beneath me, her eyes wild with a mix of fear and fury, she shouts, "Get off me, you bitch! Get off me! I'll fucking kill you!"

But in that moment, a change comes over me. I'm not just protecting my men anymore, but a wild fury consumes me, and I know the only way to end this is to put Debbie down once and for all.

And so, I drive my elbow into her side, feeling the force of my body impact hers, and I can hear the satisfying crack of bone.

She screams in pain, her body going limp beneath me. With a final push, I pin her down completely, my hand covering her mouth to keep her from screaming for help.

"You won't hurt them, not again," I hiss into her ear, the words laced with venom. "You won't take what is mine."

"Fuck you!" she screams wildly.

And with that, she tries to buck me off, her strength waning, but her desperation still clear. I can feel the blood pooling in her broken ribs, and I know she's beaten. I hold her down, my hand still over her mouth, and I can hear the sound of her muffled breaths.

"I won't let you hurt them," I whisper into her ear, my voice calm and steady despite the ferocity of the battle we've just had. "You've caused enough pain, and I will make sure you pay for it."

Her struggles weaken us both, and eventually, she stops fighting. I release my hand from her mouth, and she looks up at me, her eyes filled with terror and rage.

With a swift movement, I reach down to my waistband and pull off my belt. I force her to roll over onto her stomach and wrench her arms around to her back. She writhes and jerks, trying to break free, still not accepting that she's done. I had her in a tight hold, my muscles bulging with the effort. The belt bit into her skin as I tightened it, feeling her body go limp under it. The guards burst into the studio just in time, their faces a mixture of shock and horror. They had never seen anything like it before.

As I struggled to keep Debbie under control, they quickly moved to restrain her, their faces still filled with dismay. One of them looked at me with an expression of utter devastation. "We're going to have to take her to the authorities," he said quietly, his voice barely above a whisper.

"Good," I snarl. "I don't want to see this bitch again."

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JACKSON

"NO!"

Charlie's scream reverberates through the air, sending shivers down my spine and a rush of dread through my veins. I'm frozen in place, a helpless witness to the heart-wrenching scene unfolding before me. Time stretches, distorting reality, as I watch Charlie dive in front of Debbie's gun and crumple to the ground, the edge of the stage jolting her impact. My heart seizes with terror, as if it's trying to escape the nightmare unfolding.

She's dead! She's dead!my mind screams, the words echoing in my head, drowning out all rational thought. Nausea churns in the pit of my stomach, threatening to overwhelm me with its intensity.

The studio erupts into complete chaos, a frenzy of people running for the exits, their voices blending into a cacophony of fear. Panic spreads like wildfire, fueled by the presence of a clearly disturbed assailant. Caleb, Leo, and I stand rooted in place, our bodies frozen, our hearts refusing to beat in sync with the madness unfolding.

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