Olivia pressed against Dylan's chest, her body going limp as her hand clutched her bleeding stomach. Pain pulsed through her in waves, her fingers trembling as they pressed down on the wound. The gun was still aimed at them—steady, menacing.
Then, out of nowhere, Allan appeared from behind Dylan's father. In one swift motion, he disarmed him. The gun clattered to the ground as Allan tackled him, slamming his body flat against the floor with controlled fury.
Olivia's lips moved, but no sound came. Dylan caught the silent motion, his heart breaking.
"Hey… baby, shhh," he whispered urgently, cupping her face, trying to steady his voice. "Please don't say anything. Just hold on. Please."
His heart thundered in his chest—loud, terrified. He'd never felt fear like this before.
