Adrian's POV:
All I see now is red. Blood sears through me as I dash forward, shoving Marco off of Elena.
He falls to the ground, laughing out loudly.
"You're too late," he seethes.
My eyes dart to Elena as I breathe heavily, clamping my jaw tightly. She lies there trembling, taking quick breaths, hands bound above her head. And her dress… Jesus Christ. Marco has sliced it open all the way from her collarbone down to her stomach, leaving her exposed and vulnerable in only her bra.
I grit my jaw, then turn to Marco again. I don't even think. I pull my gun out from inside my suit and fire.
The sound explodes in the room, loud enough to rattle the filthy chandelier hanging above us. His scream comes a beat later, high and panicked.
He crumples to the floor, clutching his knee, blood soaking through the fabric of his pants in thick, dark streams.
I pull the trigger again, aiming for his left knee. Another loud scream erupts all over the room as blood oozes out of him.
