We made it up to Sebastian’s room slower than we hoped. There were a lot of people who wanted to congratulate him and stop him for a chat.
The first few times, he talked his way out of it, but then he started waving instead of stopping, and soon he was just pushing through people, not even bothering to acknowledge anyone. I thought that was kind of rude, but I wasn’t complaining.
The thought that he wanted to be with me tonight and not party with the guys added another layer to my already swooning heart.
We burst through his door and he didn’t waste any time. He kicked it shut, and then his hands and mouth were on me until everything ceased to exist except the two of us.
And a man sitting on his couch.
Wait, why is there someone in his room?
My breath hitched when Sebastian kissed a trail from my neck to my collarbone. “Ahem, Sebastian, maybe you should stop.”
“Mhm,” he responded, continuing on his path, worshipping my body. And as much as I wanted the worshipping to happen, we needed to get rid of our audience first. I couldn’t make out the guy’s face, but the white of his eyes was enough to tell me all his attention was on us.
I pushed on Sebastian’s shoulders, and he stopped on his quest.
“What’s wrong?” he asked, his breathing ragged.
I pointed to the couch, and Sebastian’s gaze followed my hand. He went stiff when he saw the stranger in his room.
“What the fuck are you doing in here?” Sebastian growled.
“Waiting for what’s mine.”
The voice sounded familiar, but I couldn’t place it.
“Get out,” Sebastian said, his eyes narrowed, his posture taut.
The guy stood up, holding what looked like a gun. My eyes went wide when he lifted his arm. Definitely a gun.
Sebastian pushed me behind him. I slipped my phone out of my pocket while he was now blocking the guy’s view. I texted Malena since her message was still up on my screen.
Me: SOS
She immediately messaged back. Thank God for mothers. She’d always check her phone if she got a message.
Malena: Let me guess. You tried out a little bondage and now you’re stuck.
Me: Get Talon and Grim. Tell them be careful. Gun.
Malena: A gun?? What’s going on???
Me: TALON AND GRIM
Malena: They’re on their way.
Malena: I’m worried.
I didn’t respond to her since I didn’t want to push my luck and risk the guy seeing me text.
“You’re delusional if you think you’ll ever make it out of here in one piece, Clive,” Sebastian said, and the weird feeling I had about knowing him clicked into place. My harmless stalker had turned into a psycho with a gun.
“I’ll walk out without a hair out of place if you want to keep her unharmed,” Clive spat, waving the gun around. I hoped he knew how to handle that thing or at least kept the safety on. Accidental shootings weren’t really on my night’s agenda.
“Nora, come over here,” Clive said, gesturing to his side.
“She stays right where she is.” Sebastian’s hand tightened on my arm, keeping me firmly behind him. I didn’t pull away or try to step around him since I wasn’t keen on going anywhere with Clive.
“You have two seconds to move or I’m putting a hole in your boyfriend.” Clive pointed the gun at Sebastian, his arm shaking.
He looked high and unstable, not a good combination.
Since I liked my men without holes in them, I stepped to the side, pushing past Sebastian. “I’m not going to be responsible for you getting hurt. Let me go to him. Please.”
Sebastian’s hold on my arm tightened even more. “No fucking way. If he wants you, he has to go through me.”
“Great, at least now we have a solution,” crazy Clive said.
This was the one and only time I wished the club didn’t soundproof their rooms.
“No, wait, please. I’m coming over. Don’t shoot,” I pleaded, holding my hand out, palm facing him.
Not sure what I was planning to accomplish going up against someone holding a gun, but all I could think was that he couldn’t hurt Sebastian.
Too bad Sebastian didn’t share my sentiment, and his hand was like a shackle around my wrist. I tried to twist free to no avail.
While we were distracted, Clive must have decided this was taking too long.
A shot rang out, I screamed louder than I had ever screamed in my life, and Sebastian groaned in pain, folding in on himself before dropping to his knees.
I dropped down next to him, my hands wandering over his body, looking for the injury. “Oh my God. Oh no,” I cried, my breathing erratic, my hands shaking. “Where are you hurt? Show me.”
Sebastian caught one of my hands in his, holding it to his chest.
Oh God, is this the point where he says his last words to me? While holding my hand?
There was still so much to do. Like go on a date. Or fight over his dirty socks on the bedroom floor. Or make him do the dishes. So many plans that would never become reality if he died.
Snap out of it, Nora. He’s fine. Now shut up and try to talk the crazy psycho out of shooting you too.
“I’m okay,” Sebastian said, sounding fine. But maybe he was just putting on a front.
I didn’t exactly have much experience with gunshot wounds.
Before I could contemplate my next move or the right words to say to diffuse the situation, the door burst open and a guy I’d never met ran in, shooting his gun. Clive went down, and I jumped on top of Sebastian to cover his body.
“Dang rabbit, everyone needs to stop shooting,” I yelled, my head buried in Sebastian’s chest, my voice muffled despite my screams.
The ground shook, and Sebastian’s arms around me tightened. I lifted my head, deeming it safe enough to do so. “You jumped on top of me,” he said, his voice disbelieving.
My attention was diverted when I saw what caused the floor to
