*** Becca's POV
The blade in my hand was different from mine, but Zayn was standing off to the side, taking the children into his arms, while helping my parents and a few others get a chance. Even so, the blade in my hand was useful since I was skilled enough to block a bullet if I needed to.
Elias stepped down to urge me to run, but that wasn't going to be possible, by now, the people that have escaped are either lucky and found a place or have been captured. With the sounds of a couple of hundred people surrounding the wedding venue, I didn't intend to leave him here.
"Elias, there is a gun below that seat, reach for it and get a clean shot, if not we're about to be ambushed," I whispered and he let out a sigh, reaching behind him to take my gun out of my hands, refusing to step away from me.
"Who are you?" Elias asked, aiming the gun, looking directly at the man who was smirking like a fool. "I will not ask again, what is your name?"
