The Car Park
The gunshot still rang in Kyle's ears, bouncing around his skull like a bell that wouldn't stop. Omar's hands shook so hard the pistol almost slipped. His face was pale, sweat slicking his forehead, eyes wide as if he couldn't believe what he'd just done.
"Run, Kyle!" Omar shouted.
But there was no running now.
Bolo's men moved like wolves tasting blood, fanning toward Omar. Derrick yanked Kyle behind the car, his jaw tight, eyes darting.
"Fool!" Derrick hissed under his breath, peeking out. Omar wasn't built for this. He had heart, but heart didn't stop bullets.
Bolo smirked, raising his gun. "Wrong move, bwoy. Now everybody dead."
The second shot cracked. This one found flesh.
Omar jerked back as the bullet tore into his side. He stumbled, dropping the gun, his knees buckling. His eyes found Kyle's through the chaos — and in them, Kyle saw everything. Fear. Regret. But also love.
"Omar!" Kyle screamed, trying to push past Derrick.
