Rachel’s pov
Gunshots rang out in the damp air of the warehouse, the loud blasts echoing violently off the concrete walls as Levi's security team neutralized the threat. But the only thing I could actually see in that terrifying moment was the dark red blood streaming down Vincent’s head. His eyes closed instantly, and his heavy body began to limp toward the floor. I quickly caught him in my arms before he could fall completely against the hard concrete, the momentum pushing me down onto my knees.
"Vincent!" I shouted his name at the top of my lungs, my voice cracking under the sudden panic.
My heart was racing fast against my ribs as I pressed my hands against the side of his face. His skin was turning pale, and the warm blood was staining the sleeves of my fresh designer suit jacket.
