Bailee’s POV
It takes me a few seconds to realise what has happened, one minute I’m staring at the end of a gun, the next, my view is blocked as someone throws themselves in front of me.
‘Danilo?’ I call out shakily, my brain registering who it is that now lays at my feet. ‘DANILO!’ I scream in horror, dropping to my knees as red soaks through his shirt.
‘Oh my Goddess, Danilo? What did you do?’ I’m rambling, my hands pressing down on the wound, everything else falling away for a second.
‘Mister Dadiyo’ I hear, a broken whimper that snaps my attention out of the haze it’s in. Looking up, my heart stops at the sight of my son, dangling from his father’s arm, tears streaking his cheeks as he stares at the unmoving man beside me.
Arthur has torn off the ski mask, his eyes glittering with
