Read Story: SEASON 1 EPISODE 165

Then I heard screams.

More loud pops. More screams.

Those weren't fireworks.

In the near dark, Charity and I locked eyes, and she extracted my cock from her mouth and stood up as I tucked it back in my pants. We both peered around the corner to see absolute chaos.

Party-goers were running in every direction. I saw Sharon and a man I didn't know run and duck behind the DJ booth, and as I looked around, I saw Ray rushing toward me and Charity, gun drawn. He tumed and fired at something we couldn't see, followed by several more loud reports of what I realized was gunfire. Concrete rained down on my head as the corner of the access we were hiding behind exploded, and I slid back out of view, grabbing Charity and pulling her body in close to mine. I hugged her head against my chest as she screamed.

"Fuck!" I shouted, not daring to peer around the corner where a bullet carved out a chunk of concrete the size of a watermelon. "Ray!? What's going on!?"

Ray appeared as he rounded the corner of the access, forcefully pushing Charity and me partway down the wall to make room for him as he pressed himself against the concrete.

"Don't know, sir! Gunfire just started!" Then he touched his ear and said, "Barron located! Stairwell access! Northside! Condition blue! I've got three coming in hot! Archer, I need backup! Exposed on the East comer!

I didn't have a clue what any of that meant, but it sounded professional as fuck, and I wasn't about to ask any other questions and distract Ray from doing his job. As the screaming and shots continued, more fireworks went off, making it hard to distinguish between those explosions and gunshots. Another geyser of concrete sprayed me as the raised lip of the building exploded. I felt Charity's grip on me tighten as she let out another muffled scream, her face still buried in my chest.

"Archer! I need eyes!" Ray said. Then he cursed, glanced back at me, and peered around the wall's edge. He jerked his head back and cursed again as more concrete flew. More screaming from the unseen masses was followed by more aggressive and commanding shouts. Over the next few moments, the screaming began to die down. I looked at Ray, pleading with my eyes for him to just tell me what the fuck was happening as if he knew much more than I did.

Then Ray suddenly grabbed the top of my head and shoved me down on the ground as he swung his gun over my head and let off two rounds. Charity screamed and tried to crawl in my skin, and I glanced over her head in the direction Ray was shooting just in time to see a man with an assault rifle collapse to the ground. Another man just behind him ducked behind the wall.

"Archer!" Ray said, and then I heard a loud pop behind me, followed by the feel of warm blood painting the side of my face. A wet thud hit the ground beside me, and Ray's body collapsed at my feet. Most of his skull was missing.

Once again, Charity screamed and was openly crying in my arms as I looked around to see a pair of booted feet standing next to our crouched forms. My eyes tracked up to see who the feet belonged to when one of them left the ground and connected with the side of my head. I felt my skull bounce off the back of the concrete wall, and I immediately collapsed to the ground, my brain rattling in my head as my world went reeling.

The last thing I remembered was more shots and seeing Charity covered in blood and crying, clutching her side as she stared up into the night sky. The edges of my vision became fuzzy as a firework blossomed above us, bathing the influencer in white light. Her abdomen, slick with blood, reflected the illumination.

My vision faded, and someone said, "Team, fall back. We got him."

Then darkness.