Free Opulent by David Manoa

floor. Vivian started looking around and stepping back.
    Then she pulled a gun on us. We both held our hands up when she screamed, “How?”
    “It’s all over, Vivian. The cops will be here in less than five minutes.”
    Felicity blurted, “You’re so fucked!”
    Vivian’s eyes widened. “You whore!” She unloaded her weapon, shooting at Felicity, the deafening sound making my eyes widen as Felicity fell right back behind the desk.
    I screamed out, “No!”
    I tried to get to her and Vivian shrieked at me, “Don't you dare go near her!” I looked behind the desk to see Felicity wasn’t moving. “Vivian, you killed her!” I cried. “You fucking bitch!”
    I moved to the side of the desk although Vivian pointed her gun at me. I was moving back to the window. Tears were streaming down my face when I saw the pool of blood by Felicity.
    Vivian said, “Give me the fucking recording!”
    I started to untangle the wires, I sniffled, “Okay! Calm down!” then the cold hard steel of the pistol pressed against my chest. Vivian said, “You ungrateful cock! You never realised I was doing this for us. The sacrifices I made. To go behind your back to secure the stock options, to double our income. Your arrogance would have put this company under, if I didn’t do what I did. Did it ever occur to you in that mind of yours that I was ensuring a future for us. That when things turned to shit, I would have us?”
    I sniffled, taking my time unhooking the microphone. “I’m sick of your bullshit. You only ever cared about yourself.”
    Vivian thrust the gun at me again. Her eyes widened as she snatched the recorder from me. She cocked the gun her eyes were bloodshot, her jaw grinded. The fury and her anger vibrated through the shaking of the gun. I almost closed my eyes to accept my fate as her finger began to pull the trigger.
    Then I saw a hand tap her right shoulder. Her head turned.
    Whack!
    Felicity hooked Vivian in the lower jaw. The way it connected made Vivian’s silicone lips look like she’d had another injection. Her eyes rolled back. She dropped the gun. It was so hard and loud, and she flew like a rag doll into the window. Taking all the blinds down with her.
    A King hit. Knocked the fuck out!
    Then Felicity was panting, gasping for air, clutching her shoulder, the blood ruining her beautiful purple dress. I grabbed and held her tight. I took out my phone to call when the police burst in and secured the area. I recognized Sione. He pointed his gun at us, then saw Vivian on the floor.
    “I’m so glad you’re alive.” I said kissing her forehead.
    Felicity took her glasses off and I peeled away the dress to look at her injury.
    “Ruined my dress!”
    “You'll need to go to the hospital.”
    “It’s just a minor flesh wound. I was lucky to turn the moment she shot me.” Felicity smiled. “I'm a nurse anyways, I can sort it out. Take me home, Chad.”
    “Hospital first, just to be sure.”
    I threaded the side of her hair again; the morning sun struck our faces. I cupped the sides of her face and we kissed again. I said, “There’s a woolen rug that might serve as a good hospital bed. I promise to take care of you and make you better.”
    There was a sparkle in her eyes from the light and she licked her lips, then landed a quick peck on my lips. “You can start perhaps by doing what you did last night?”
    Smiling, I lifted her up to carry her, her head resting on my chest. We walked past the cops to the corridor.
    I whispered into her neck, “Oh, Felicity, I’ll be doing it, again and again for many nights to come…”
    You’re my girl.
     
     

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