The Stranger Behind My Orgasm novel Chapter 191

Chapter 191: CHAOS.

FINNEGAN

BANG!

The sound of the shot cracked through the night like thunder.

"Abigail!" I roared, terror slamming into me like a freight train. My hands shot out beside me and I seized her instantly, hauling her against my chest and shielding her body with mine.

No. No!

My heart was pounding so violently I could barely hear anything else. My hands raced over her back, her sides, her arms, searching for blood, for a wound, for any sign that the bullet had struck her.

Not her. Please God, not Abigail.

The thought of losing her, of her bright eyes going dull, life slowly draining away from them, her fiery spirit being snuffed out, nearly brought me to my knees.

I had only just found her. I couldn’t lose her, not like this. Not when she was finally mine.

"Abigail, baby, talk to me," I rasped, cupping her face with both hands, searching her cornflower blue eyes. "Are you hurt? Tell me you’re okay."

"I’m fine," she breathed, her fingers fisting in my suit jacket, her eyes wide with fright. A thick lump sat heavy in my throat as I scanned her quickly. "Finn, I’m okay—"

A scream tore through the hall, cutting her off. My head snapped up from Abigail just in time to see Richard Saxon stagger forward, clutching his chest.

Wait a damn minute. My spine stiffened as I watched blood soak the white shirt under his suit jacket, spreading from his right side to his stomach and then up.

His eyes widened in shock before his knees buckled and he crashed hard to the marble floor.

"Oh my god!"

Shit hit the fan and chaos erupted like a boiling volcano. Screams filled the air as guests surged toward the exits, shoving at each other, trampling over one another.

Tables were overturned, glasses shattered across the floor while Richard’s body twitched and convulsed on the ground as everyone abandoned him.

Shit. Why would anyone shoot Richard Saxon? Wrong question — why would anyone shoot him here at my party? I knew he was shady as hell and definitely had enemies, but to the extent of assassinating him?

My security team swarmed in immediately, forming a protective wall around me and Abigail. I crushed her tighter against me, a bitter taste flooding my mouth as Richard groaned and writhed on the floor.

We couldn’t just leave him there like that.

"Sir, we need to get you out now!" one of them shouted.

"Get the ambulance here right fucking now!" I ordered, pushing forward through the crowd toward Richard, taking Abigail with me.

"Hey," she called beside me, "I’ll work with the security team to handle the crowd and..."

"No," I barked, catching her wrist and pulling her flush against my side. "You’re not leaving my sight. Stay with me."

The sheer terror that had ripped through me minutes ago was still clawing at my chest. The mere thought that the bullet could have been meant for her, or worse, that it had hit her, made me feel violently sick. I couldn’t breathe properly until I had her tucked safely against me.

We dropped down beside Richard. He was gasping, blood bubbling from his mouth as he glared up at me with pure hatred in his eyes.

"You... bastard..." he wheezed, fisting the front of my suit with bloody fingers. "You did this. You wanted to shut me up."

I stared at him, completely stunned. "What the hell are you talking about?"

Was he delirious from blood loss?

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