Page 171 of Love Me

Two more men approach us and bullets explode through the air as we shoot them. The two guards drop to the side.

Blake turns around and his eyes widen.

“What’s wrong?” I ask.

“You got shot.”

Huh? I don’t feel a thing.

“Fucking shit,” he says under his breath.

Blake rushes to me and I look down to see blood gushing from a small hole in my bicep and dripping down my arm. He rips his coat off and then his T-shirt, tearing the fabric in two strips. He wraps them around the wound. Red immediately coats the material.

“This is going to hurt when the drug vanishes from your system.”

I lift my arm in time to shoot the next guard coming our way.

“You should check your back instead of fussing over me. I told you I am fine.”

My legs give out, but I push through the bout of fatigue and dizziness, steading myself.

“You must have developed a higher pain tolerance.”

“Well, I call it training.”

With every step, my body signals that it can’t hold on much longer.

I don’t even see the next guard until Blake shoots him right in his torso.

He catches me as I fall back.

“Leave me here. There are just a few left.”

“I’m not leaving you.”

“You’re one stubborn guy.”

“Reinforcements should be here any moment. Only a few more guards.”

“I have one more bullet.”

“Two.”

I arch a brow at him. “Do the math if there are more than three guards.”

“I’m not leaving you.”

“I don’t need a hero.”

“No, but I’m your friend. You trusted me.”

“You basically forced me.”

“Whatever.”

We chuckle. I guess this happens when you’re near death.

“When this is all done, tell Mia I’m sorry.”

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