Zara’s POV
My body covers as much of him as I can as I cradle his face into my chest, protecting the most fragile parts of him. I keep my head down as I reach behind me for my gun and pull it from the holster.
I risk a glance up, sweeping the room that is now a sea of cowering patrons and screams of fear. I focus on the gunman who is now pointing his gun at one of the patrons, as she cries, clutching the slot machine that she is cowering next to. Grabbing her hair, he hauls her to her feet, throwing a duffle bag he was carrying in front of them before placing a hand around her throat as he presses the gun to her temple.
‘Fill it with money or I’ll f.ucking shoot her’ he orders, his voice wavering slightly as he glances from guard to guard that are inching closer to him, hands on their
