Chapter 26

They pulled up at a cottage surrounded by rebel. There was garbage everywhere. John knocked on the door and Dave was met with a huge right jab by John.

"Nice Right Jab for a lefty,"

Randy was given the now's-not-the-time look and completely backed off. John stepped over Dave,then Randy. They split up and Randy found Layla... tied up and gagged in a small room. Just as he released Layla from the ropes... they heard gun shots ring out. Layla snatched a gun from Randy's pants and bustled down the stairs.

It... it was John... he got shot. She panicked and started balling ... he was bleeding from the mouth. Randy performed CPR and called 911.

Just then Liz came in and continued pointing the Gun. Randy sat on the phone and shouting codes that the cops understood because of his background in the army. (He had to learn the basics of everything below the army criteria)

"What the fuck are you doing Liz," I said tearing a piece of my shirt and wrapping it around his head to stop the bleeding.

"Randy, take John to the hospital... this is something I gotta deal with,"

"I don't think John would want me to that... I can't leave my best friend's pregnant girlfriend with a pregnant psycho bitch,"

"RANDY, DO AS I SAY... TAKE JOHN TO THE MOTHERFUCKING HOSPITAL...I will be fine,"

He left while Liz felt a sharp pain in her abdomen.

LAYLA'S POV

"Payback's a bitch isn't it,"

"Shut the fuck up," she snarled while pointing her caliber before continuing "tell lover boy I said hi," she went to pull the trigger but I beat her to the chase. Caught her.. right in between the eyes.

Ooh shit..she is pregnant.

"I have to get the kid out."

I grabbed a knife and scissors. I went it her draw and grabbed a numbing needle and a stitching kit.

I injected her arm, and then cut her stomach. I lifted the baby out and cut the cord. I took off my shirt and layed the baby on it. I stitched the incision, I heard a mumble.

"Layla, Im sorry I guess I was jealous. You had something I always wanted... John's love but I want you to take care of my baby girl."

I was already on the verge of tears.

"Promise me you'll take care of her," Before I could answer, her head turned to the wall. I was walking out and was approached by the detective on this case. I was holding the baby girl in a little blanket I found.

"What happened?," the detective asked.

"I think we both know what happened?," I responsed while hopping into the back of the ambulance.

What do you think guys? Let me know? Update coming soon