Flash Marriage: Shrewd Wife, Devious Husband
Chapter 183: Shock

Chapter 183: Shock

Marcella looked closely at the bottom of the door. There was a gap and through the gap, she could see a dark shadow.

Someone was standing behind the door!

Her heart started to pound. As if the danger she was in was not apparent, now, she had definite proof. She walked steadily forward and noticed the shadow under the door getting darker.

It must be Mark Paulo.

He called her and was lying in wait for her. She looked at the gates. Henry was still not there. She could only sigh. It was stupid of her to rush here without having any backup plan.

When she heard Tony’s life was in danger, she rushed here without thinking twice.

Heh!

She took a side step and took another look at the front yard. This time, she walked along the porch to have a good look behind the hedges.

Dead bodies! There were at least twenty men drenched in blood lying behind those hedges. It was a bloodbath. She couldn’t even recognize a single person there. It could be Tony’s people or it could be Mark Paulo’s people. She had no idea.

Could it be Mclaughlin? Is he trying to double-cross me and get in the good favors of Paul Romano now that he was connected to the Mellon family?

That thought crossed her mind. Whatever was happening, whoever arranged for this, one thing she knew—she was screwed!

Her knees went weak. It has been a while since she was in danger. Well, she was in danger all the time but Tony protected her after their marriage. She was no longer the Marcella who always looked behind her shoulder for any possible danger.

Marcella took in a deep breath.

She needed to be strong.

She walked around the porch to take a peek through the window. The floor was marble and she was wearing her house slippers and she could walk quietly. She paused hearing a moan in the distance.

She rushed there. Amidst the heap of dead bodies, she saw a little movement. His clothes and face were covered in blood. One of those dead men grabbed her leg and she fell on her face on the tile pavement that was slippery with a pool of blood gathered around. If he grabbed her, he couldn’t be dead. She kicked that man’s face and as she struggled her hands got wet with blood and her clothes got soaked.

The hold of that man loosened and she tried to stand up. She was on top of another dead man and the stink of blood nauseated her. She covered her mouth with her hands and her blood-soaked hand didn’t help her in any way. She couldn’t get up with the guns in her hand. She let them go and like a child learning to walk, crawled her way out of the bloody mess grabbing onto the flora around.

I can hear him moan! It could be Tony!

That thought pushed her forward. Only after she reached halfway through, did she recognize that person.

Mark Paulo!

She looked at her empty hand and cussed under her breath. She looked back to see her guns lying in a pool of blood. How useful would they be now?

Mark Paulo had a bleeding wound on his chest. His lungs must have gotten hit. Marcella slowly backed off. She would know whether her gun worked only if she tried using them.

Before she took three steps back, Mark Paulo lifted his hand. Although he was wounded, his hand was not shaking as he pointed the gun at her.

Is this it? Marcella thought. Is this how I am going to die?

"Bambi!" Mark shouted with all of his breath. "Get down! Now!"

Marcella ducked down. She didn’t know why she listened to the enemy. Was it the familiarity in his tone? He was so close to her father and she knew him—she thought she knew him pretty well. When he called her "Bambi" she was transported back to the days her father was alive and she was with him. Whenever there was danger around her, it was either Henry or Randy or Mark by her side.

Bambi!

They would shout and, in that tone, would hold their affection and their protective instinct toward her.

*Bang* *Bang*

Two bullets whooshed past from behind her as she got down on a knee. Her ears rang as the bullets were so close to her ear. If she was standing, right now, those bullets would have gone through her head. She ducked her head further down and a bunch of bullets went above her head. This time Henry was the shooter.

Did Mark save me?

With her cheek touching the ground, she looked behind, bewildered. She didn’t know what was going on.

The window of the house was shattered and she saw a dark figure taking cover. She looked around and picked up the gun a dead guy was holding. Mark pushed her behind him with every ounce of strength he had.

*Bang*

Another shot came from inside the house. Marcella felt the splatter on her. Mark was hit on the shoulder.

"Mark!" she screamed holding his back.

One thing was sure. Mark was trying to protect her. This was the Mark she knew.

"Ahhhh!"

She screamed at the top of her lungs. Aiming at the window, she opened fire with the gun in her hand. She emptied the magazine and when the dust settled, she saw that dark figure running away holding his arm.

Great! He is hit!

Marcella helped Mark lay on his back. She placed his head on her lap and pressed on his wound. "Mark, hold on. I’ll get you help," she said, her voice shaking.

"Bambi..." Mark smiled.

It was the same smile she got used to. He had that smile on him all the time.

"Oh, Bambi..." He held her hand.

"No, let me press on the wound. You’re bleeding a lot. I’ll find a phone and~"

Mark smiled and placed his bloodied hand on her cheek. "I didn’t think this would go wrong, Bambi. He... Paul outsmarted me..." Mark coughed and blood poured from his mouth.

Marcella’s hand shook.

"Hold on, Mark. Hold... just..." Her voice broke.

"Paul killed Missy... I failed, Bambi..." A tear drop rolled down Mark’s eyes and mixed with the blood on his face. "I failed my promise to Don. I am a sinner. Forgive me, Bambi..."

Marcella was shell shocked.