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The moment Anton heard shots being fired, his mind went straight to Domino. Wherever she was he had to make sure she was safe. But even as his mind went to her, he couldn’t ignore the immediacy of what was happening around him. Even if he managed to locate the initial shooter who set things off, it wouldn’t have made a difference. Nearly every damn individual in the room was armed, and the sound of bullets whizzing past as he ducked for cover told him the return fire was immediate. Pistol in hand, he slinked out from beneath the bar, trying to catch sight of who’d been hit. Was Thea okay? His mind was racing. He needed to find both her and Dom, fast. “Oh, no you don’t.” Anton growled as a gang member next to him began to draw their gun. He grabbed them by the collar, slamming them back against the bar. “If you know what’s good for you, you’ll fucking drop it, now.” He snarled, pressing his against the base of their skull. He wouldn’t hesitate to blow their brains right out if they so much as attempted to fire it.
The sounds around her were all melting together, a kaleidoscope of noise which culminated with the explosive gunshots drawn from the balcony, and the tentative peace in the room snapped like a taught rubber band. She saw the metallic flash of weaponry all around, and in her search for anyone she could trust, her emerald irises found Anton. The muzzle of his weapon was buried into the sensitive flesh of a man's neck, and though Thea had seen him around guns for the entirety of their relationship, there was something about his features which still struck fear into her.
"Anton." The brunette cried above the din of the crowd, her features drawn tight with concern, though she was trying very hard not to let him see the trepidation about her now. Her eyes flickered around the room, dark and observant as she sought Amelia. Now T knew he was safe, her concern for the woman had become paramount as well. "What the hell happened?" Her eyebrows were stitched in concern as she inquired from him, holding out her palm to call him over.











