Fire exploded.The puddle ignited in a flash, and flames licked up the side of the bar.
The guy with the gun threw Britta to the floor and turned to run.
I lunged at him.
I tackled the bastard to the ground.We hit hard.His elbow to my jaw, and my shoulder to the floor.He grunted and twisted, but I managed to land a punch to his ribs.
I growled, wrapped an arm around his throat, but the bastard headbutted me.He rolled away and kicked me square in the gut.
I stumbled back.
He got to his feet.
“Wrong fucking move,” he spat.
Then he turned, raised the gun again, but this time he fired.
“NO!”Tempi screamed.
Britta let out a scream and crumpled to the floor with her hands clenched to her chest.
The two guys bolted for the door, and I couldn’t chase them.I couldn’t leave Tempi and Britta.
Tempi jumped from behind the bar before the fire got to her and ran to Britta on the floor.
“Fire extinguisher!”I shouted to Tempi.
“Behind the bar,” she said as she pressed her hand to the wound on Britta’s chest.
I jumped behind the bar and found the extinguisher.I pulled the pin and managed to get the fire out, but I knew there was going to be damage.
“She needs help,” Tempi called.“There’s so much blood!”
With the fire out, now I needed to get help for Britta.
I fumbled for my phone.
“911, now!”Tempi screamed.
“I got it, doll, I got it.Just keep applying pressure,” I ordered and ran over to them as I put my phone to my ear as the call connected.
As soon as I gave the dispatcher the address, I dropped the phone and grabbed a dish towel to pressing it to Britta’s chest, blood soaked through fast.
“Hold on, Britta.We’ve got you.Hold on,” I called.
Tempi was shaking beside me, and her hands were covered in blood.
“Baby, breathe.You’re okay.She’sgonna be okay.Help’s on the way.”
“Twister,” she choked out.“There was nothing I could do.I, I, I…” she stammered.
I gripped her face, made her look at me.“You did everything right.You hear me?None of this is your fault.”
She nodded as tears spilled down her cheeks.
Sirens wailed in the distance.I grabbed my phone again, this time calling the club.
“Badger’s Den.Now.Someone just shot Britta and lit the bar on fire.Now,” I barked into the phone.
