His heart burst. The bullet pierced through his skin, flesh, muscle and bone until it reached the red organ pumping blood, spewing red mist like a fountain as it erupted from the other side.
It was painful, but Rhett had gotten used to it. As used to dying as any sane person could be.
What he cared about was if his sacrifice was in vain.
The bullet had pierced through his back and continued its path to Henrik. But its impact through Rhett had slowed its momentum, making it less deadly.
Henrik saw the opportunity. Before the round had gone off, he must have realized that Velez was aiming to kill, going for his head area and neck, so he raised his dislocated arm painfully and took the hit. The bullet pierced through his bicep, but lodged in it, not going all the way to impale Henrik's face.
He bit down on his lip, hard enough to draw blood, but he didn't slow down for one second despite the pain. He had bought a split-second opportunity, and he wasn't going to waste it.
