Juliette Pov

　　I cried and looked around frantically for help. It was chaos everywhere. People screaming and running away and Zachary's man shot back to the people who were now shooting our way.


　　I peeped from the table to see that they were increasing in number and we were in trouble because the number of men in their group increased and it was literally affecting Willi and the others.

　　"We are going to die" I squeaked in surprise when one of our men got a bullet in his shoulder and he fell on the ground right next to my hiding place with a loud thump.

　　"Oh, my god! Oh my god!" was the only thing that came out of my mouth.


　　"Hurry! Get inside" Willi screamed pointing towards the cafe's door which was open.

　　I avoided him and tried to hold that man who lied next to me and drag him with me.


　　"What are you doing? Just get inside" Willi yelled but I ignored him once again.

　　"Ma'am let go and please get inside," the injured man said wincing in pain.

　　"Get inside!" Willi yelled.

　　"Shut up!" I said which made him shut his mouth in a second.

　　"He risked his life-saving mine and you want me to leave everything and run away? Who do you think I am and what am I?" I gritted out and without paying attention to him anymore, I pulled the man from his torso towards the door.

　　A table was saving us from the gunshots.

　　With utter difficulty, we made it inside and I made the man sit up and lean against the wall where I took a handkerchief out of my bag and applied it to his wound.

　　"Th-Thank You," he said and I nodded.

　　"What are we going to do? Why are they after us? What did I do?" I shot questions at the wounded man and he took the handkerchief from me tying it around his wound.

　　"I don't have any idea. We are soon going to be out of bullets and then we might be a problem" he said and I put my hand on my mouth saving myself from screaming.

　　"Don't worry this has been informed to Boss. Our men will be on their way. We just need to hang up a little more" he said and I fell on my knees not really believing him.

　　"This is all happening because of me. People are getting injured just because of me. But I don't even know what I did to get all this" I cried silently and the man looked at me pitifully.

　　"We are out of bullets" I heard Willi.

　　I moved towards the door and from my sitting position peeped at him.

　　"Then come inside!" I whisper yelled at him and the other man.

　　"What are you doing there? Close the door!" he ordered.

　　"You are not my boss. Just come inside" I demanded which made him look up at the others.

　　The others were too hiding behind the tables and were looking at him clearly confused.

　　"We can't! We need to save you" one of the men said.

　　"Then I don't want to be saved risking other people's lives. Just get inside!" I demanded and as soon as I said that the gunshots began.

　　I squealed and dived back in fear when a bullet hit the door.

　　"Careful!" yelled Willi.

　　"Damn!" I heard another guy and I peep through the space between the hinge and the door to the driver of ours from before, holding his left eye in his hand as blood flowed down.

　　"Oh my-" I kept my hand on my mouth horrified.

　　"Stay back!" Willi said.

　　Seconds later we heard the gunshot stopping and I had this idea that they knew about our condition. We were completely out of bullets.

　　"They are coming this way!" the man who shot his shoulder beforehand spoke looking through the small opening of the window.

　　"We gotta use our hands then!" Willi said and he positioned himself in a lunging one, preparing to lunge forward when they were near.

　　"He is aiming his gun this. Don't do that" I cried looking at Willi. If he lunged at him then definitely he was going to die.

　　"We have no choice," he said.

　　I sat back on my position and leaned against the wall feeling helpless. If this was how we were going to die, then I was definitely going to die a painful death.

　　Memories of a body falling before me, pooled with blood flooded back into my mind. It was happening again. First, it was Emmett and now it's the one who is ready to die willingly just to save a pity soul like me.

　　This made me cry even more because I wasn't worth their lives. If risking their own life saving a pitiful one like mine was the cost that they were going to pay then I would be more than happy to die if that could save theirs.

　　I breathed in and out. I was feeling dizziness now. My head began to rotate and I held my head with my hand wincing and whimpering.

　　"Why am I so helpless?" I found myself talking.

　　"Why am I so pitiful?" I cried out.

　　"Why? Why am I so weak?" I pulled my hair in frustration.

　　I closed my eyes in aggravation. A weakling like me doesn't deserve to live. What am I? What did I do?

　　I can never forget that it was me for whom a person died earlier and I am the same person for whom again several lives are in danger.

　　Then we heard the gunshots. Again.