From Best Friend To Fiancé (Savannah and Roman) novel Chapter 420

Chapter 420

He tried to inhale deeply and failed, his chest stuttering. “Feels like,” he muttered, forcing a breath, “like I got punched by the Husk

“This isn’t funny,” I sobbed. “This isn’t funny, Roman. Look at you–you’re bleeding–you’re-

I looked down at the blood pooling beneath him, soaking my clothes, my hands, my life.

“You’re dying.” I whispered.

His fingers curled around mine weakly. “Don’t talk like that,” he said, though his voice was fading. “I’ll be fine. An ambulance is already

on the way. I called-”

My mother’s scream cut him off. Sharp. Terrified. Loud.

I looked up and if my heart hadn’t already been breaking, it would have shattered completely.

Julius was standing now.

He was not on the floor where he’d fallen–but he was upright, his face twisted with fury and desperation. And he was pointing the gun at

1. me.

Straight at me.

“Julius,” I said hoarsely. “What are you doing?”

He didn’t look at me. His grip tightened around the weapon, his knuckles white. “Do you know what you’ve done?” he snarled. “Do you know what you’ve caused? Why is it that you always bring me misfortune, Savannah?”

Roman groaned beside me, a pained sound that made my hands tighten instinctively around him.

“Do you know what the General will do when he finds out about this?” Julius continued, his voice shaking. “Do you know what he’ll do to me? To us? To us all?! You shot his son!”

Roman coughed weakly. “I’m starting,” he muttered, “to think you have a thing for my father.”

Julius ignored him. “The General will not spare my life,” he said, eyes burning. “And if I’m going down-”

He lifted the gun higher.

“Then I’m taking Savannah with me.”

I closed my eyes, expecting to hear a gunshot. But the gunshot came from behind him.

Julius froze,

For a very tiny second, nothing happened–then his chest bloomed red. The gun slipped from his fingers and hit the floor with a hollow

clatter as his body crumpled forward.

I screamed. Loudly,

1 looked up, my vision spinning–and saw my mother standing behind him, her hands shaking violently as she fired again.

And again.

And again. And probably a million more times. She didn’t stop. Each shot echoed through the room, loud and deafening.

Julius’s body jerked with every impact, blood splattering across the floor, the walls–everywhere.

I couldn’t move. I couldn’t breathe. I just stared, horrified, as my mother kept shooting, her face twisted with terror and rage and something feral,

Suddenly, she stopped.

Then a hand gently but firmly took the gun from her. Jace. I hadn’t even seen him come down the stairs.

“That’s enough, Flora.” He said quietly.

My mother collapsed to the floor, sobbing uncontrollably, her hands covering her face. “He was going to kill her,” she cried. “He was going to kill my daughter. I had to stop him–I had to-”

Jace pulled her into his arms. “I know,” he murmured. “I know. It’s okay.”

I didn’t look at them again. My eyes were locked on Julius’s body. He wasn’t moving. He never would again.

Now, he’d become another name added to the list of people we’d lost today.

The distant wail of sirens cut through the chaos–and hope exploded inside my chest so violently it hurt.

“The ambulance,” I gasped, looking down at Roman. “Roman, they’re here. Help is here. You’re going to be fine.”

But he didn’t respond.

His head lolled slightly against my thigh. His chest–his chest wasn’t moving.

“No,” I whispered.

I pressed my ear to his mouth, to his chest, desperate. “Roman?” I said, my voice barely sound.

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