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them. She clenched the gun in her fist as she watched the door. No one came out.
No sound came from inside the clubhouse. All was silent. The street was deserted. She rose up and looked around. She didn’t know what to do.
What had happened inside? Was Josh alright?
Without thinking of the danger she ran up to the door and pushed it open. What she saw inside horrified her. There was blood everywhere. Three corpses were slumped on the ground by the bar, pools of blood oozing on the floor in a widening circle. It looked thick and viscous.
Behind the bar was a man standing with his back to her. She would have recognized that back anywhere in the world.
“Josh,” she blurted out.
But when he turned to face her she was shocked by what she saw. Josh looked like another person. Gone was the kind, tender look in his eyes. Now they were fierce and animal. Rose wanted to cry again just from the sight of him. What had she done to him? What had she forced him to become? He looked like a bull in a rage, ferocious and unpredictable.
She wanted to say his name again but her voice caught in her throat.
Rose had seen that look in men before. She’d seen it in the eyes of desperate men. It was the look of grim determination that gave them the strength and power to do the awful things they sometimes needed to do. It frightened her.
She felt she didn’t know Josh while he was in that state. He was like a different man, a stranger. She wanted to go to him and tell him everything was okay. She wanted to calm him. His face was spattered with blood. His jacket was torn and she knew it was from gunshot. He was hurt. He was aggravated. She wanted to look after him, to kiss him and soothe him.
Josh was looking at her and she could tell he was in a state of shock. He looked like a deer caught in headlights. He was staring at her, dumbfounded, as if she was the last thing in the world he had expected to see in that place.
But before she could do any of those things she saw three men burst out of a door on the second floor landing. They were all holding heavy guns and had a clear view from the balcony down to the bar. Instinctively, she screamed. In the same instant, flashes of light came from the barrels of their guns and all around her things started exploding. They were firing down at the bar where Josh was desperately diving for cover. Glass and splintered wood flew everywhere as they unloaded shot after shot into the debris.
There was so much smoke that she couldn’t even see Josh anymore. She couldn’t see if he was dead or alive. All she could see was Serge, Deuce and Patrice standing on the balcony unloading their guns into the bar. She hadn’t realized until then that she was screaming. She saw Patrice look up at her and she shook her head. He raised his gun to his shoulder and aimed it right at her. She started running. There was a door about twenty yards to her left leading to an office and without even looking to see if Patrice had fired his gun she started running for that door.
Behind her as she ran she heard the crash of splintering wood as shot after shot of Patrice’s gun hit the wall. When she was still a few yards from the door she leapt for it. She hit it hard with her shoulder but luckily it flew open and she fell into the office. She looked back over her shoulder in time to see a spray of bullets plaster the door.
XVII
W HAT THE HELL WAS ROSE doing there? That was the thought that flew through Josh’s mind as he dove for cover. Around him the bar was being shredded with buckshot and lead. Three men were above him on the balcony firing down at him. They were using sawed-off shotguns and the shot went everywhere. Some of the shrapnel was small enough that his leather jacket could block it. But not all of it. All along the back of his legs he felt the bites of lead as shotgun spray cut through his jeans and bit into his flesh.
It stung like hell but all he could think about was Rose. He lay on the ground with
No sound came from inside the clubhouse. All was silent. The street was deserted. She rose up and looked around. She didn’t know what to do.
What had happened inside? Was Josh alright?
Without thinking of the danger she ran up to the door and pushed it open. What she saw inside horrified her. There was blood everywhere. Three corpses were slumped on the ground by the bar, pools of blood oozing on the floor in a widening circle. It looked thick and viscous.
Behind the bar was a man standing with his back to her. She would have recognized that back anywhere in the world.
“Josh,” she blurted out.
But when he turned to face her she was shocked by what she saw. Josh looked like another person. Gone was the kind, tender look in his eyes. Now they were fierce and animal. Rose wanted to cry again just from the sight of him. What had she done to him? What had she forced him to become? He looked like a bull in a rage, ferocious and unpredictable.
She wanted to say his name again but her voice caught in her throat.
Rose had seen that look in men before. She’d seen it in the eyes of desperate men. It was the look of grim determination that gave them the strength and power to do the awful things they sometimes needed to do. It frightened her.
She felt she didn’t know Josh while he was in that state. He was like a different man, a stranger. She wanted to go to him and tell him everything was okay. She wanted to calm him. His face was spattered with blood. His jacket was torn and she knew it was from gunshot. He was hurt. He was aggravated. She wanted to look after him, to kiss him and soothe him.
Josh was looking at her and she could tell he was in a state of shock. He looked like a deer caught in headlights. He was staring at her, dumbfounded, as if she was the last thing in the world he had expected to see in that place.
But before she could do any of those things she saw three men burst out of a door on the second floor landing. They were all holding heavy guns and had a clear view from the balcony down to the bar. Instinctively, she screamed. In the same instant, flashes of light came from the barrels of their guns and all around her things started exploding. They were firing down at the bar where Josh was desperately diving for cover. Glass and splintered wood flew everywhere as they unloaded shot after shot into the debris.
There was so much smoke that she couldn’t even see Josh anymore. She couldn’t see if he was dead or alive. All she could see was Serge, Deuce and Patrice standing on the balcony unloading their guns into the bar. She hadn’t realized until then that she was screaming. She saw Patrice look up at her and she shook her head. He raised his gun to his shoulder and aimed it right at her. She started running. There was a door about twenty yards to her left leading to an office and without even looking to see if Patrice had fired his gun she started running for that door.
Behind her as she ran she heard the crash of splintering wood as shot after shot of Patrice’s gun hit the wall. When she was still a few yards from the door she leapt for it. She hit it hard with her shoulder but luckily it flew open and she fell into the office. She looked back over her shoulder in time to see a spray of bullets plaster the door.
XVII
W HAT THE HELL WAS ROSE doing there? That was the thought that flew through Josh’s mind as he dove for cover. Around him the bar was being shredded with buckshot and lead. Three men were above him on the balcony firing down at him. They were using sawed-off shotguns and the shot went everywhere. Some of the shrapnel was small enough that his leather jacket could block it. But not all of it. All along the back of his legs he felt the bites of lead as shotgun spray cut through his jeans and bit into his flesh.
It stung like hell but all he could think about was Rose. He lay on the ground with
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