"I can't deal with this right now." He says, turning to look at me. "Pull yourself together. It's only a little blood."
"What?"
I blinked. A little blood? Gazing at the red pool staining the carpet. Just before he closed the door, when two of his gorillas entered the room.
"Boss."
"Aren't those your men?" Reaching for the doorknob. "They are here to help."
"They are already dead." Slapping away my hand. Then it happened instantly, four muted shots and everything goes silent again. All I could hear is my heart beating. Fast. Violently.
"Stay low. There are snipers."
"What?" Lost and confused.
"Adela, we have no time for this."
And since I am slow to understand what is exactly going on, he grabbed me by the cloth of my gown, yanking me towards the door and only for an instant did I resist. But became still afterwards as he slaps me across the face. Dragging me closer.
"Do you want to get us killed? Fuck if anything happens to you....." His words were cut off as bullets spat through the glass window on our left.
The killer. The marksman was in accurate sight. Soon, he or she would find their mark.
Us.
Hoping they were out of shells, but as the second attack came, I knew my hopes were in vain. Darryl knocks me to the floor, almost knocking the wind out of me as he dropped on top of me. Crushing my body with his.