Chapter 366

For a moment Cheyenne thought she’d died. A burning sensation in her shoulder told her otherwise. Dead people aren’t supposed to feel pain.

A strange gagging noise reached her ears. Mark’s face was contracted in a painful expression. A dark circle widened on his chest, Mark looked down at the bright redness pooling on his chest, then back at Cheyenne.

His knees gave way and he fell face first on the hard kitchen floor. His body twitched a few times, the life pouring from him, fighting its way out his throat. Then nothing...

Joe stood in the doorway, pain turning his face to an ashen color. His arm fell to his side, the gun pointing towards the floor.

Something made her jump up, the idea that she was still alive or adrenalin, she wasn’t sure of but she reached him just as he sagged forward.

She would never be able to explain where she got the strength but her body took the full blow as the mountain of a man leaned onto her.

“Its over.”

“Yes, its is. Now don’t talk, ok? Save your strength. Let me get you to a couch, so I can call the police, ok?”

“My...cellphone is in my pocket....”

Joe almost fell onto the couch, the blood on his side pooling even more. His breathing was laboured and his voice but a whisper.

Her fingers found the cellphone in his pocket.

By the time she finished the call. Joe was deathly still.

A light touch from her, stirred him slightly and she breathed a sigh of relieve. At least he was still alive! Thank God.

Mark was dead. He was no longer a threat to her or her family.

It was the last conscious thought she had before she felt herself sway into oblivion.

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“Oh God in heaven. What happened here?”

The sound coming from Jon’s throat was a mixture of terror and helplessness.

“The fucking bastard was here! Dont worry bro Im sure everything is ok. “

Blue eyes met brown eyes. They both knew he didn’t sound very convincing.

Police cars , emergency cars and ambulance lights, lit the dark night. People were rushing to and thro.

The car skidded to a halt. Jon and Richie jumped out of the car. Their feet carried them as fast as humanly possible .

Jon could feel the breath been squeezed from his lungs, his heart pounding in his chest.

“What the fuck happened here. Let me in!”

The policeman moved away just in time. The two men stormed past him.

The house had the nauseating smell of blood.

“Cheyenne! Nick!”

Pools of blood covered the floors. Jon felt faint for a moment. Horrific thoughts flashed through his mind.

“CHEYENNNEEEE!!!!! Please God answer me, where are you baby?”

Richie could see that Jon was on the brink of a nervous breakdown. Fuck his own stomach was somewhere between here and where the car was parked outside. Richie looked down at his hands, they were shaking, shaking really badly.