“I wouldn’t do that. The more you touch it, the worse it gets.”
“I’m going to kill you,” he sputtered, and I could only imagine that some of the spray was in his mouth.
We held them at gunpoint for only three minutes before security guards, and police officers who’d been invited to the party took over. They’d confiscated the drugs. Suzie had called off Mittens, who chomped a little before releasing Milton. She’d put the bull dog in the kennel with a single word, and we were being escorted out when commotion sounded behind us.
We both spun to the noise to find Milton had knocked out the cop who had been escorting him and grabbed his gun. He pointed the muzzle at me and pulled the trigger.
The shot took me down to my knees as blood soaked through my gown.
Suzie screamed.
Milton got off only one shot before gunfire rang out, directed at him.
“Hang on. Stay with me. Harlon will kill me if I let you die,” Suzie said. Her words were the last I heard.
As a chill covered my body from head to toe, my eyes slid closed.
