In a split second, he took a bullet in the back to shield Rosemary, pushing her behind a pillar for cover.
The bullet made his face contort in pain.
As for the other bullets, some grazed his clothes and some embedded in the concrete, but luckily none found their mark on him.
But the pain, from that single bullet that hit him, spread like wildfire through his flesh.
Breathless from a daring sprint up 18 flights of stairs, and having weaved through several goons on his way, he now stood in front of his sister, taking a bullet meant for her. The impact tore through the
stitches from his recent surgery, and blood slowly stained his white sweater; the spreading crimson bloom painted a grisly picture.
Steward saw Sean was hurt and immediately, along with his men, took out the shooters lurking in the shadows.
A few people with knives charged at them, only to be swiftly dealt with by Horace.
