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“The only whore doing the dying today is you,” I mutter.

I keep the gun in my hand when I check on Falcon’s shoulder. Fuck. That’s a lot of blood. The bullet must have nicked an artery. Taking a quick glance around me, I place the gun on Falcon’s lap and take off my belt. Using it as a tourniquet, I place it above the wound in an effort to stop the bleeding.

Falcon sucks in a breath and I place my hand on his cheek. “You’re okay, baby.”

The sound of glass crunching under a boot makes me palm the weapon and point it right in the face of Thorsten.

Thorsten throws his hands up. “Whoa there, friendly company. Get the damn gun out of my face.”

“Get a damn ambulance here right now. Falcon took a bullet to the shoulder, and I think it nicked an artery,” I tell him and lower the gun slightly.

Not all the way because the fucker is pissing me off.

Waiting until he’s done with his phone call requesting the ambulance, I tell him, “Check the other car. I only took out the woman and we were hit from the front and the back.”

“Fucker is dead,” Macsen says as he steps up next to Thorsten. “Need a hand to lift Falcon out?”

I raise the gun. “No one is touching my old man until the EMTs get here to put a C collar on him. He was out for a few seconds and hit his head, I’m not taking any chances, assholes.”

Falcon’s hand touches my gun arm and makes me lower it.

Glaring at Thorsen, I flick the safety on and turn the gun to point the barrel down. “Hang on to this, I need both hands. And can someone point the flashlight of their phone at his arm? I need to check something.”

Thorsten dips his chin and I give Falcon my full attention when I get the light needed to check the wound. Releasing a curse, I dig my fingers into the bullet wound and feel the nicked vein. I pinch it between my fingers and stop the bleed.

“Why is the fucking ambulance taking so long?” I snarl.

Falcon tips his head back and closes his eyes.

“No, you don’t get to take a nap. Not now. Look at me, baby, come on,” I urge, and he only lets his head roll to the side.

Keeping his eyes closed is not a good sign and I turn to Thorsten who has his phone glued to his ear. He jogs off when I feel Falcon’s body go slack. I check his pulse and can’t find it. Panic hits and I try again.

“Move, Kenz, they’re here. Let them take over,” Thorsten states.

“I can’t find a pulse,” I croak to the man who is shoving his arms through the shattered window to check on Falcon. “I’m pinching the artery. The bullet, it nicked a vein.”

The EMTs take over and all I can do is stare when they get Falcon out of the vehicle. My vision is blurry when I feel Thorsten’s arm around my shoulder.

“Breathe, Kenz. Falcon is gonna be pissed when he wakes up and realizes you’re not taking care of yourself. The idiot has been sitting in front of his own room keeping watch for days while he could sleep in the bed with you. He cares about you the same way, if it wasn’t clear enough for you.”

“It’s clear enough,” I croak and glance up at Falcon’s brother. “I need to go with him.”

Thorsten snorts. “As if I’m gonna fight the woman who just gunned down a chick to save my brother. No way, Kenz. Get in the ambulance. We’re right behind you.”

I nod and rush to where they are loading Falcon into the ambulance.

CHAPTER TWELVE

– FALCON –

I slowly become aware of my surroundings. Kenz is sleeping in a chair right next to my bed. I’m not in my own room. The clinical and minimum furniture is enough to know I’m in a hospital bed. Someone is touching my leg and when I shift to sit up I notice Thorsten standing on the other side of the bed.

“You have a tough old lady,” he whispers and jerks his chin in Kenz’s direction. “She still has your gun and wouldn’t leave you to get a shower or some rest. Damn, man. She pulled a gun on us when we tried to pull you out of the SUV. Something about you needing a C collar first ’cause you might have a spine or head injury. Which you don’t, but it shows how your woman is willing to fight for you.”

She’s fierce, I knew she was the first time I went to her tattoo shop and observed her. Lenz gave me all the information I needed on her. The personal shit she told me herself through text messages and the rest I learned from observation. Most might call it stalking, Kenz would too, but at least I know this woman inside and out.

It’s why I inked her name above my dick. The way she reacts, her temper, how fucking gorgeous she is. Everything about her became my obsession. Though, I never wanted to lock her in a cage or keep her at a distance. Tonight, we came together. No perfection by far, but it was more than enough.

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