“Apparently, I’m no longer welcome in my own goddamn house anymore,” I snapped.
“Say what?” Sedric snapped, looking at her.
“This is your next move? Two days in?” I hollered. “I promise you that this is only going to hurt you—”
BANG.
I glanced down at my thigh, the shock running through me like blood. I reached over to touch it because I couldn’t believe it, and when I saw the blood that stained my hands, my knee buckled.
“Nari!” Sedric screamed, grabbing hold of me before I fell to the ground.
However, all I could do was turn and stare at the woman, now holding a gun in her hands. She looked down at me, bored. Her smile was gone, her face blank, her eyes, though gray, were void of anything.
“You shot me?” I whispered in disbelief.
“Yeah, I did. You seemed to be having trouble understanding me, so I switched to a language I thought you would be able to comprehend. Violence,” she replied and casually glanced over at the guards. “You two also seemed to be having trouble understanding me. Should I say drag her out one more time? Or am I still speaking a language you do not understand?”
They moved so fast I didn’t see them, but it might have been because of the pain now racing up my thigh. Nevertheless, I felt their hands on me.
“Get your fucking hands off my sister!” Sedric yelled, but they ignored him, and he pushed again before turning to her. “Stop this shit now, or the next bullet goes into your fucked-up head.”
“That would be ill-advised.”
I knew that voice better than I knew my own. His footsteps were heavy as he moved over and stepped past me and next to her. He gave her a look, but she didn’t even glance back at him.
“Ethan, apparently your baby mama—”
“If you don’t want to find your ass full of holes and out on the street, too, Sedric, I’d advise you to choose better words,” he snapped, and his eyes were just as dead as hers.
Sedric stared just as confused as I felt. He glanced down at me and my leg.
“Drive her to hospital and then leave her there. She’ll find a way back to her home just fine.”
“Ethan!” I yelled out to him, finding the strength to push the idiot off me. “You can’t be serious! I was just…”
“Disrespecting my wife in my goddamn fucking house!” He sneered, glaring at me. “Be grateful she left you with only a flesh wound. Now go.”
“Ethan—”
“She’s bleeding all over the marble. It’s unsanitary and bothering me,” the bitch had the nerve to say, but they were dragging me out, and she was waving goodbye.
What was happening?
What did I miss?
Why was he acting like this?
“Ethan! Are you crazy? We are family,” Sedric yelled at him before following me, but I couldn’t even process this. I was being dragged out of my house like a broken doll…like trash. Once again, I glanced at Calliope, who just waved.
“You follow her,
Sedric, and that means you’re against me,” Ethan said as he came out of the doorway arch.
“Sedric, I’m fine!” I shouted to him. “Go back in. I’m fine!”
He stood there, staring at me. But I tried my best to just smile and shake it off. It was stupid because who could shake off being shot.
“Mrs. Khan,” the man holding me said, and when I gave him my attention, I saw the car door already opened for me.