soon as I heard the first shot, he should be here any minute.”
I lifted my hand to pet Bandit’s head and I saw my handshake, but it was like I couldn’t even feel them. My heart was beating a mile a minute and my breathing was short and shallow.
“Troy,” I shakily called. I had to get a grip, but I had no idea how to. We were just shot at. Someone just tried to kill Troy and I. “Troy!” I screamed, losing it.
“I thought you said she was fine!” I heard Gravel yell as I wildly whipped my head back and forth looking for Troy.
Bandit whined again in my arms and rested his paw on my arm. Jesus Christ, even the dog was trying to comfort me.
Troy and Gravel ran around the side of the truck. Troy dropped to his knees next to me and cradled my head in his hands. “Shh, Sunshine, you’re fine,” Troy murmured.
“Someone just shot at us, Troy,” I said dumbly like Troy wasn’t there.
“I know. We’re OK, though. So is Bandit. Nothing to worry about.” Troy stroked my cheek with his thumb, wiping away the tears I didn’t even know I was crying.
“No, we’re not! Someone tried to kill us!” I shrieked, my panic going into overdrive.
“Shh, look at me, Marley.” I shook my head no, unable to calm down. “Marley, look at me right now,” Troy demanded, his voice stern.
My eyes whipped to his and a cry escaped my lips.
“You’re OK. Don’t worry, Sunshine. Gravel’s here and King and the rest of the guys will be here any minute. They’ll take care of everything. I promise.”
“You can’t promise everything will be OK, Troy. You don’t know that. Mark’s family is here and they just tried to kill us. Nothing is OK with that,” I whispered.
Troy wrapped his arms around me and pulled me close. I had never felt more scared but so safe. “I promise, Marley. With everything I have, nothing is going to happen to you.”
“Take her into the house. Ethel is on the way over. She’ll sit with her while we figure out what the hell is going on,” Gravel said as he shoved his phone in his pocket.
I clung to Troy, not wanting him to let me go. “Stand up, Sunshine. Let’s get you in the house and not sitting on the ground.” Troy patted my back and I pushed away from him. He brushed my hair out of my face and gave me a swift kiss on the forehead before he stood up and held his hand out to me.
I grabbed his hand and he hoisted me up, sliding his arm around my waist. “I’m sorry,” I whispered as we walked up the porch steps.
“Nothing to be sorry about. Being shot at isn’t something someone should be able to brush off like it’s nothing.”
Opening the front door, Bandit bounded in ahead of us and Troy’s hand slipped from my waist to the small of my back as he guided me into the living room towards the couch.
“Do you want me to stay with you until Ethel gets here?” Troy asked as I sat down on the edge of the sofa. I patted the cushion beside me and Bandit hopped up, plopping his butt down.
I heard the roar of motorcycles come down the street and pull into the driveway. The cavalry had arrived. “You should go outside and let everyone know what happened. I’ll be okay until Ethel gets here.” I tried sounding like I was OK, but I knew that I was one breath away from having a breakdown.
I heard a car door slam and knew that Ethel was here. Thank God. I didn’t want to be a blubbering mess in front of Troy. I already looked like I had a screw loose when I lost it outside.
“She’s here. You can head outside.” I looked up at Troy whose gaze was trained on me.
“I’ll come back in as soon as I can, OK?”
“OK,” I whispered, nodding my head.
“Marley,” Ethel called as she walked in the front door.
Bandit’s ears perked up and he leaned into me, trying to see past Troy, who was standing in front of me. “Hey, Ethel,” I called.
“How are you holding up, sweetheart?”
“Oh, you know. Just a little ruckus.”
Ethel threw her head back and laughed. “I
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