Southern Comfort - Natasha Madison Page 0,6

I think I’m going to open my eyes, I fade off again.

Chapter Four

Casey

With my gun drawn, I aim for his right shoulder and shoot as soon as he turns around. Before the guy knows what’s happening, he stumbles back, and the gun falls from his hand. I watch as he advances closer, blood running down his arm, and the sound of him yelling fills the room. Reaching for the loose gun beside him, I keep my gun aimed on him, and I spot Olivia behind him. She’s falling to the side, her head hitting the floor with the biggest bang I’ve ever heard. Her name rips through me. “Olivia!”

The front door opens. “Casey!” My father is yelling my name.

“Up here!” I say, looking down at the guy who has caused all this havoc. He rolls to the side with his left hand over his shoulder, blood leaking through his fingers. He looks like he is going to try something, so I make sure he knows I won’t think twice about ending his life.

“Don’t think I won’t put one between your eyes,” I hiss at him while he glares. The front door is smashed open again, and this time, it’s more than one person as I hear the boots on the stairs. Looking over my shoulder, I see my father holding his own shotgun as he takes in the scene, and fear rushes through him as he scans the man on the floor.

“I’m good.” He nods at me but doesn’t put his gun down when he walks in.

Jacob’s behind Dad with his gun drawn, wearing his bulletproof vest. Right behind him is Grady, his second in command. “Holy shit.” He looks over at Grady, who nods at him when he puts his gun down and talks into the radio on his shoulder. “We need medics over at Casey’s.”

“Roger that.” I hear as Grady walks over to the man who I refuse to let out of my sight. Even though my head is intent on getting to Olivia, my gun doesn’t move.

“Do you have him?” I ask Grady. When he nods, I rush over to Olivia, who is slumped over.

“Olivia.” I say her name softly while I take her in my arms. I hear her moan, but her eyes don’t open.

“Is she hit?” my father asks, bending down next to me. I look over at him, he just looks into my eyes, his own eyes filling with tears. I ignore the burn creeping into my eyes as I hold her in my arms.

“I don’t think so.” I look for blood on her body, but there is none. But when I feel her head, I find a huge bump in the back. “She’s got an egg-shaped bump on the back of her head,” I say, holding her in my arms as close to me as I can, feeling her heat rush through me. “Olivia, darlin’.” I say her name softly when I hear people coming up the stairs again. Two paramedics rush in, holding their medical bag.

“We have a gunshot wound on him,” Grady says, pointing at the asshole in front of him. “And an unconscious woman.” He points at Olivia, who is still in my arms.

One paramedic goes to the man, who is now sitting up with his hands cuffed behind his back. “You might have to take the cuffs off him.”

He looks at Grady, who just shakes his head. “I checked him before you guys got here. The bullet went right through, so you can cut the shirt off him.”

“That’s inhumane,” the man whines, and if I didn’t have Olivia in my arms right now, I would show him how inhumane I can be. My hands start to shake with anger and rage.

“Relax, son,” my father whispers from beside me, and I look at him. We share a look, and he nods. The second paramedic comes over.

“What do we have?” he asks, and I look at him.

“I think she hit her head, but I’m not sure.” I look back down at her, pushing her hair away from her face.

“You’re going to have to lay her down so I can check her out,” he says to me. I just look at him and then at Olivia in my arms. “I won’t hurt her. But I can’t do anything to help her if you don’t let me.” I place her down gently, hoping that she wakes up, but she doesn’t. She just lies there limp. When I hear more footsteps on the stairs,