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whore and going home with another man. The idiot took to his heels back in to the club, Griff fought to shove Diana behind him but she struggled with him, wasting precious time and taking Griff’s attention.
It only took those few extra seconds for the stalker to gain the upper hand: by the time Griff had placed himself between Diana and the man and had started to turn around, it was too late for Griff to defend himself.
The stalker launched himself at Griff with a speed and ferocity that took Selena aback. She was struggling to her feet even as the knife plunged in to Griff’s neck, deep and hard. He fell to the ground without a sound and Diana’s hands went to her mouth as the man now focused on her. He took a step forward.
“You little slut ,” he ground out. “Gonna teach you a lesson .”
“Hey. Dickhead.”
At Selena’s voice, the man turned, stunned. The first bullet hit him in the hand and he howled and dropped the bloody knife. The second bullet went in to his lower leg and he fell to the ground heavily, curled up on himself and almost in tears.
Selena took a shaky step forward and kicked the knife away. It spun and caught the light and she shifted on her feet, trying to find her center of balance.
“Stay the fuck down,” Selena hissed. “Or the next one goes in the middle of your goddamn forehead.”
The man didn’t even respond: he was far too busy clutching his leg and rolling around on the ground. The bouncers were beside her, but Selena had eyes for nobody except the client. She was her primary responsibility, no matter what else was going on.
“Take Ms. Keeler inside,” Selena snapped to the one bouncer. “Don’t leave her side for one second, you hear me?”
The guy easily had almost a foot and probably more than eighty pounds on her, but he jumped to do as she said. “Yes, ma’am.”
“Go.”
Diana screamed and sobbed and babbled, but thank Christ she went. Selena kept her eyes pinned to the man on the ground even as she spoke to the second bouncer.
“Call for help. My partner’s been stabbed.”
The man nodded, his thumb already on the speed dial for the ambulance. The Cave had its fair share of fights and the place was well-known to 911. Within seconds, he disconnected and told Selena that the ambulance would be there in three minutes at the most.
“Watch him,” she said to the bouncer now. “If he moves, stomp on his goddamn right leg. That’s where I shot him.”
The man nodded again and finally, finally Selena was able to get to Griff.
She knelt down beside him on the ground and applied pressure to the wound on his neck. He was gray, barely breathing, cold. She pushed harder, trying to staunch the flow of blood. It didn’t seem to make much difference, but she told herself that it did.
“Griff,” she said urgently. “Griff, can you hear me?”
There was no response and she fought to stay calm. No good ever came from panicking and anyway, she was finding it hard enough to breathe as it was. She ignored the pain in her chest, ignored the pool of blood gathering around her – blood that was both Griff’s and hers.
By the time the large hand descended on her shoulder and the EMT told her to move aside so they could treat Griff, she was barely conscious. She was still awake only through sheer force of will, and even that was flagging badly.
The darkness that had been looming on the edges of her vision moved closer, closer again. She shook her head to clear it, shuffled to one side on her knees. She watched the paramedics check Griff’s vitals and start an IV. She managed to get to her feet as they loaded him in to the back of the ambulance and they took off, sirens blaring.
“Hey.”
She turned, tried to focus on the EMT from the second ambulance. He was down on the ground treating the stalker; the glowering bouncer was watching closely.
“Hey, lady,” the EMT said. “ You OK?”
“Yeah.” Selena’s tongue wasn’t working properly. “I’m
It only took those few extra seconds for the stalker to gain the upper hand: by the time Griff had placed himself between Diana and the man and had started to turn around, it was too late for Griff to defend himself.
The stalker launched himself at Griff with a speed and ferocity that took Selena aback. She was struggling to her feet even as the knife plunged in to Griff’s neck, deep and hard. He fell to the ground without a sound and Diana’s hands went to her mouth as the man now focused on her. He took a step forward.
“You little slut ,” he ground out. “Gonna teach you a lesson .”
“Hey. Dickhead.”
At Selena’s voice, the man turned, stunned. The first bullet hit him in the hand and he howled and dropped the bloody knife. The second bullet went in to his lower leg and he fell to the ground heavily, curled up on himself and almost in tears.
Selena took a shaky step forward and kicked the knife away. It spun and caught the light and she shifted on her feet, trying to find her center of balance.
“Stay the fuck down,” Selena hissed. “Or the next one goes in the middle of your goddamn forehead.”
The man didn’t even respond: he was far too busy clutching his leg and rolling around on the ground. The bouncers were beside her, but Selena had eyes for nobody except the client. She was her primary responsibility, no matter what else was going on.
“Take Ms. Keeler inside,” Selena snapped to the one bouncer. “Don’t leave her side for one second, you hear me?”
The guy easily had almost a foot and probably more than eighty pounds on her, but he jumped to do as she said. “Yes, ma’am.”
“Go.”
Diana screamed and sobbed and babbled, but thank Christ she went. Selena kept her eyes pinned to the man on the ground even as she spoke to the second bouncer.
“Call for help. My partner’s been stabbed.”
The man nodded, his thumb already on the speed dial for the ambulance. The Cave had its fair share of fights and the place was well-known to 911. Within seconds, he disconnected and told Selena that the ambulance would be there in three minutes at the most.
“Watch him,” she said to the bouncer now. “If he moves, stomp on his goddamn right leg. That’s where I shot him.”
The man nodded again and finally, finally Selena was able to get to Griff.
She knelt down beside him on the ground and applied pressure to the wound on his neck. He was gray, barely breathing, cold. She pushed harder, trying to staunch the flow of blood. It didn’t seem to make much difference, but she told herself that it did.
“Griff,” she said urgently. “Griff, can you hear me?”
There was no response and she fought to stay calm. No good ever came from panicking and anyway, she was finding it hard enough to breathe as it was. She ignored the pain in her chest, ignored the pool of blood gathering around her – blood that was both Griff’s and hers.
By the time the large hand descended on her shoulder and the EMT told her to move aside so they could treat Griff, she was barely conscious. She was still awake only through sheer force of will, and even that was flagging badly.
The darkness that had been looming on the edges of her vision moved closer, closer again. She shook her head to clear it, shuffled to one side on her knees. She watched the paramedics check Griff’s vitals and start an IV. She managed to get to her feet as they loaded him in to the back of the ambulance and they took off, sirens blaring.
“Hey.”
She turned, tried to focus on the EMT from the second ambulance. He was down on the ground treating the stalker; the glowering bouncer was watching closely.
“Hey, lady,” the EMT said. “ You OK?”
“Yeah.” Selena’s tongue wasn’t working properly. “I’m
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