Chapter 29

Within the hour, more security had arrived. They were doing perimeter sweeps every fifteen like the boss said that they would do.

David was pissed. "I told you mother fuckers to keep a good eye on my family as well. If my wife gets hurts", he pulled his pistol from the back of his jeans, "And I swear to God someone is going to die". He cocked the pistol and pointed it at the wall and pulled the trigger. "Do I make myself PERFECTLY clear?"

"Yes, sir", the team commander said. He turned to his team and gave the orders.

"David, it's really not necessary", Brie said.

"Bull shit it's not. You're THE most important thing in my life. You, Malachai, and our unborn child; that's all that matters to me. If someone is trying to kill us now, then you are all targets too. I'll be damned if anything is going to happen to the three of you."

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The concert was under way. David was doing his usual thing on stage, entertaining the masses, feeding on the 

energy that the crowd put off and giving it right back to them.

During the encore, David spotted something on the horizon, a glint of light off of metal. After the song he was performing was over, David walked to the side of the stage and pulled the leader of the task force into him. "GO TAKE CARE OF THAT AND DO IT NOW! IF MY WIFE LOSES ME BECAUSE YOU FUCKERS ARE INCOMPETENT, YOU JOB WILL BELONG TO HER AND SO WILL YOUR ASS!"

The task force leader checked in with the man he had doing the security sweep at the time as David went back out on stage to finish off the show.

A shot was fired. Everyone, the band, the crowd, hit the deck. Only the task force stayed up right. A call went out over the radio, "Sniper subdued, get the band out of the area. Evacuate now!"

One of the guards went to check on the band. David was hit, but it wasn't life- threatening. He'd been hit in the arm. "Mr. Draiman, we need to get you and the rest of the band off the stage and out to the bus. We need to evacuate you NOW."

David carefully rose to his feet and ran off the stage, holding his left arm. When they got back out to the bus, Brie freaked out when she saw that the man she loved was shot. It didn't matter that it was in the arm, he was bleeding. "Get him to a hospital, now." She sat next to him and examined that wound. "Luckily, the bullet went completely through and missed the brachial artery. It might be wise to cauterize the wound then wrap it so that it doesn't get infected."

"Danny, grabbed Mikey and get his lighter." He looked at Brie. "Leave the room. I don't want you to see this."

"NO, David, I'm not leaving you."

"Do you really want to see me in that kind of pain?"

"No, but I'm still not leaving you. I may not be able to do that to you myself, but I'm not letting you sit here without a hand to hold, just like I know you're not going to let me do through labor alone."

"Fine."

Mike and Dan came back into the room with a spoon and a lighter. "Brie, you should leave", Mike said.

"NO, MIKE. I'M STAYING."

He took a deep breath. "Fine. If he screams and you can't take it, I don't want to hear you bitch."

"Fuck you, Mike."