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'graham...put the gun down, and get your friends to put theirs down too, please.' Angela begged, her hand stretched out towards Grahams gun.
'We were supposed to be together Ang, US, TOGETHER. BUT WESLEY RUINED IT!' he yelled, and pointed his gun towards Wesley, and his hired hit-men crew pointed their rifles towards him too.
Angela screamed out and lunged for Graham's gun, but Grey grabbed her and pulled her back.
Wesley slowly stepped back, weary and fear in his eyes, he looked towards Angela, who had tears in her eyes, she looked at him with a heartbreaking expression.
'Graham, just put the gun down, sometimes life works this way. That only means there's someone meant for you out there .' Lucy said, her hand over her gun holster taking slow steps towards him.
'STAY BACK! DON'T TEST ME.' He bellowed and spun the gun towards Lucy, and of course his crew followed his movements, her hands shot up in surrender.
Graham had loose hairs in his face, his eyes were wide, he was sweating and his suit was messed up, he had a bruise on his cheek from Angela after he tried to grab her waist.
Tim showed up, he stood beside Angela and put a hand on her shoulder.
Graham looked at Wesley again, the guns still pointed at Lucy, who was trembling and standing as still as she could, she looked over to Tim with a helpless and terrified expression, when he looked her in the eye, he really noticed how helpless and fragile? She looked quivering in fear at the guns pointed at her.
'G-graham, please, listen to me, you wouldn't do this to me? You love me? Would you put me through all this pain and suffering?' Angela said and forced a smile, her eyes still teary.
A tear slid down Graham's cheek, he looked at the 'love of his life' and back at the guns pointed towards her husband and the father of her children, and the guns pointed towards Lucy, her best friend, who was carrying Angela's god-baby.
'be quiet.' he muttered.
'what?' Angela said and cocked her head to the side and took a step forward.
'BE QUIET, BITCH.' he howled and darted towards Lucy.
He grabbed her hand wrapped his arm around her throat and pointed the gun at her head.
'If any of you fucking move, I'll blow her head off.' he spat.
Lucy grabbed his forearm and tried to pull him off her, this only aggravated him and he hit her temple with the butt of the gun, she cried out in pain but her arms still stayed trying to pry him off her.
'Ler her go!' Angela yelled, she felt the Anger radiating off of Tim, she put her hand on his arm to try and snap him back to the present and make sure he didn't lunge forward and get Lucy or him killed.
'Tim, he'll break, she'll be okay.' Angela Whispered, trying to reassure Tim, but they'd both been in this job too long to know that was a lie.
Officers had gathered in a large circle around Graham, Lucy, Wesley and the hitmen, whispering to each other about when they would get backup and get the gun off of the corrupt detective.
Graham looked around at the murmuring crowd, his eyes darting around him, he was thinking of all the escape routes he could get out of, but he would need leverage to escape without getting shot.
Then he remembered the Whimpering woman he was holding hostage, god, Benzodiazepines really made you forget things.
'if you let me leave, I won't kill her and all will be good.' he yelled into the crowd, who had come to a deathly silence.
He scanned the crowd, Angela stood shaking, a tear running down when face, she stood next to Tim, who was visibly furious and looked like a raging bull, and Grey standing behind Tim and Angela, his hand out ready to catch them if they lunged towards him.
He spotted Wesley, who was still staring in fear at the rifles pointed at him, his pleading blue eyes staring into the barrel of the gun.
Then he spotted his friend, Primm, he knows how much he dispised Lucy, Every lunch he would sit next to Graham and rant about Lucy, but, he could remember what he had told him this lunch, even though Primm hated Lucy with a passion, he looked genuinely concerned, and when he caught Graham's eyes, she shook his head and mouthed something.
'let her go.'
So, he did, he shoved her to the ground and Tim darted towards her.
He skidded along the floor and wrapped her up in an embrace, holding her tightly and running his hand down her hair telling her she was safe now.
Graham noticed Tim's hand rested on Lucy's stomach, his fingers splayed, then it hit him, what Primm had told him at lunch.
She was pregnant.
Graham stepped back and dropped the gun, he ran a hand through his hair, it was slick with sweat.
Then a shot rang out, then another, then grunts and yells, then thudding, then the sharp, searing, burning pain in his abdomen.
Him and his crew were getting shot down.
Then another burning pain, but in his chest, then his back, then his shoulder, then his leg, and he fell to the floor, his eyes wide and glassy.