The air crackled with the sound of gunshots, a rapid succession of pops that sent me reeling. Blood splattered across my face, a gruesome testament to the violence unfolding before me.
I watched those men fall, lifeless, their threats silenced forever. But I didn't understand why I felt relieved but guilty at the same time. These men were criminals, but taking their lives was still a crime. I should have called the police, let them face justice in a court of law.
The man moved towards me, but the darkness obscured his features. Only his glowing red eyes were visible like a demon's.
But was he really here to help? Or was he another monster in disguise?
"Please, help me," I whimpered.
He stood before me, his face finally revealed in the dim light.
"You're safe now," he said, his voice cold.
My heart pounded against my ribs, a frantic drumbeat of disbelief.
It was him, Prosecutor Dylan Reid.
Kourtney P. O. V
Ever since I moved in my step-sister's house, I found myself drawn to her husband, Matthew. I knew it was wrong to fall for my brother-in-law, but I couldn't help myself.