The Stranger Behind My Orgasm novel Chapter 275

Chapter 275: SHE’S FAMILY

Abigail

"Finn!" I screamed in horror, watching the bullet tear through his shoulder and into the wall behind him. A spurt of red blood shot from where the bullet had grazed him.

I ran toward him, the chaos of shouting men swirling around us.

Finnegan was staggering back, his hand clamped to his left shoulder, blood seeping between his fingers.

I crashed into him, my hands immediately replacing his, pressing hard against the wound to stop it from bleeding.

Warm blood flooded my palms. It was sticky, and I almost retched at the sight. I could feel his blood, his life, pumping out against my skin.

Oh god, not again.

"Paramedics!" I shouted. "Somebody get a fucking paramedic!"

"Abby," Finnegan hissed. His free arm came around me instantly, pulling me against his uninjured side. "I’m okay, baby. It’s just a graze. Look at me."

I glanced up through the tears already streaming down my cheeks.

"Don’t lie to me," I choked out, pressing harder. "You’re bleeding all over the place. Finn, please,"

"Sir, we need you to sit down." A young police officer materialized beside us while the rest of the cops tried to restrain a screaming Devin.

"Where are the paramedics?!"

"The ambulance is on its way, ma’am, please be patient,"

"Be patient?" I gasped, incredulous. "He’s fucking dying!"

Finnegan winced. "I’m not dying. Come on, let’s get back to helping your grandparents—"

Gramps made a horrible choking sound behind us, and Meemaw screamed. "Gerald? Gerald, what’s happening?!"

I whipped around to see he had slumped against the chair he sat on. His head had fallen back, his mouth open as he wheezed. His right hand clutched his chest, fingers digging into his shirt, and his lips... oh god, his lips were turning blue.

"Gramps!" I scrambled up, almost falling. "Gramps, no... no, please!"

I dropped to my knees next to him, my hands hovering uselessly. They were covered in Finnegan’s blood, slick and sticky, and I didn’t know what to do. CPR?

I was panicking, sobbing, my vision blurring as I pressed my ear to his chest.

"Abigail." Finnegan’s voice cut through the static in my brain.

He shook off the police officer who had tied his arm with a ripped cloth, but it didn’t stop the blood running down his arm, soaking his shirt and dripping from his fingertips onto the concrete.

The impossible, insane man lifted my grandfather into his arms. Gramps wasn’t a small man.

But Finnegan hoisted him up like he weighed nothing, cradling him against his chest, his injured arm tucked tight to keep Gramps secure, his face white with pain.

"Finn!" I scrambled to my feet, reaching for him. "Your shoulder, you’ll have a tear, please,"

Meemaw sobbed behind me, trying to get to her feet, but she was shaking too much to manage it on her own.

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