Chapter 65

Aurora's POV:

I'm feeling extremely scared. Being the only female here with all these powerful men huddled up, it's making me anxious. Not to mention, my dad's here and that makes me even more nervous.

I don't want anyone to get hurt. I don't want Tristan to get hurt. I know he's used to these kind of situation but I have a feeling this won't end well.

I wrap myself in Tristan's jacket, swarmed by his cologne as I anxiously eye the men who look surprisingly at ease. Something's wrong. I just know it.

I watch the man's arm swing back then driving a punch towards Tristan's face. I immediately flinch but stand from my chair and run towards him. I don't get too far before I'm pulled back by the guard who tightens his grip on my wrist and attempts to let me go.

"No. N-No please, let me go. Don't hurt him." I cry, trying all my best to escape him but he's so much stronger than me.

"Shut her up." The man growls but Tristan soon walks up to him and grabs him by the collar then pushes him off.

They kept fighting for a little while as I was forced to witness the gruesome confrontation. Suddently, I hear the sound of guns being loaded and I turn around to see the guards with their guns pointed at Tristan. He immediately freezes and steps away as the man chuckles sadistically.

I hate this. I hate him.

"You had your fun." The man starts, swiping a hand through his hair. "Now it's my turn. Dimitri, get Elijah up and ready, he's going first." At this point, I'm a mess, I can't contain my cries and my knees are weak from the fear.

"Oh, but you forgot one little thing." Tristan hums and as if right on queue, the sound of helicopters disturbs the silence. All the Russian men look scared and confused as I stare up at them.

"You got back up?" The man looks taken back. He immediately turns to his men and starts yelling in another language, the veins in his neck pulsating.

"I suggest you not try anything. The placs will be swarmed with Italians in two seconds." Tristan states, linking his hands behind his back. Of course, the Italians. We went to Vegas to see them and Tristan got them to back him up.

I watch the man as he glances around, unaware of what to do. He and his man huddle up and back up against the wall, the guards still holding up their guns at us.

Their boss quickly aims his pistol and starts firing.

Three shots. And my heart stopped.

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Aurora's POV:

Panic, confusion, fear and dread.

A fraction of emotions I'm feeling right now as I feel everything around me spinning. My eyes drowning in tears and my body giving out on me.

Everything was in slow motion and the world narrowed in on me. I can hear yells and growls emanating from the monsters of men that surrounded me.

My eyes stay fixated on the floor as the men scatter around following Petrov, who has successfully evaded the room.

It felt like I was in a trance. My body went completely stiff and I couldn't move. But his voice snapped me out of it.

"Fuck, Elijah. Get her out of here. Take her somewhere safe." Tristan growls and I feel Elijah starting to pull me away as my eyes focus on the blood seeping on the concrete floor.

I free myself from Elijah's grip and run over to Tristan, getting on my knees and completely drenching them in blood.

"Tristan." I cry out as I watch his white shirt stained in wet red patches of blood that keep expanding the more I look at them.

"Boss, some of them got away but we got Petrov." An out of breath Jonas emerges back into the room but stops talking as soon as he dark orbs rake over Tristan. "Fuck, boss. We need to get you out of here. You're loosing a shit-ton of blood."

"You think I don't fucking know that. Elijah, get Aurora to the car. NOW!" He hisses in pain as I hold on to him, not wanting to let go. Elijah pulls me by my arm as the rest of the men gather around and carry his bleeding body to the car. "Take her dad and put him in the van. Don't let any of them escape."

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I sat in the backseat of the car with Tristan layed down in pain, his head on my lap as I pressure down on his wounds.

He was shot because of me. He might die because of me and I don't know if I can live with myself after that.

I can hear Elijah and Jonas yelling into their phones but I have no idea what they're saying. All my senses are entirely focused on Tristan as he shuts his eyes tight and hisses in pain.

I feel so bad that I don't know how to help him. I don't know what to do but he's loosing so much blood and it's making me lightheaded. He has three wounds. One in his upper arm, one in his chest, close to his shoulder and another in his abdomen. They're all oozing blood and I'm struggling on how to stop it.

I place one hand on his chest and another on his abdomen to stop the blood from pouring out. I look down at Tristan with teary eyes and he looks like he's about to fall unconcious.

"P-Please, please stay with me. We're almost there." I cry "Please, hurry. He's going to pass out." I plead Elijah as he furiously races through the dark road.

He keeps staring up at me. His eyes weary and tired, so close to being shut closed. His once tanned face pale and his lips blue. Utterly drained of life.

"My angel." Tristan whispers, smiling at me and reaching over for my cheek but failing, his voice flat and dead. I swallow but tears manage to escape more freely after the sound of his voice. "Shh, don't cry." He mumbles as I look down at his face with a worried look.

"I-I'm sorry." I sob, apologizing to him. Apologizing for every single thing I did to him, apologizing because I'm the reason he's going through this pain. I'm the reason why he got shot and put in danger.

I watch over his face but he slowly shuts his eyes and I feel him getting heavier.

He's unconcious.