Cyprian Reeds' POV
"Shit!" I took out my gun and the assailant attempted to run out of the restaurant. I aimed at the back of his head and shot him. He fell flat on the floor, definitely dead and I rushed towards Fred.
I saw blood all over and checked his pulse, he was still alive but holding by a thread. My guard was already behind me.
"Should I call the ambulance?" He asked me curiously.
"No, let's take him to the hospital. You know where we're going."
"We might get mixed up in all these, boss. Are you sure about it?"
"Yes, let's go."
He didn't question it and carefully carried Fred. We rushed out and the manager followed behind us.
"Are you okay, Sir?" Unknown to most I own this establishment. I looked at him and smiled.
"I'm fine, just make sure to do the necessary thing. The police must not know what really happened."
"It's already being taken care of, Sir."
"Perfect, I like the sound of that. I'll be back when I can."
