Page 89 of No Longer Mine

“I told you I wouldn’t make promises I couldn’t keep,” she let out weakly.

“Tell me you didn’t make a mess,” I gritted out as I dabbed at the wound on her side. As I pulled her forward, she let out a scream, but I needed to see if there was an exit wound.

There wasn’t. I let out a breath.

Her teeth pressed into her bottom lip. “How did you get home?”

“Taxi.”

I closed my eyes. “Tell me you didn’t make a mess.”

She shook her head, and I watched as sweat began to roll down her temples. “I-I didn’t. I was already on the other balcony when he shot me. The uniform is too tight.”

I pressed the cloth back into her skin and she let out a hiss. “I hate to leave you, Little Fox, but I need to make sure there isn’t a blood trail. I will send help if you aren’t willing to go to the hospital.”

She squeezed her eyes closed. “There isn’t one.”

“I need you to tell me where you were. I need to make sure.”

Tears streamed down her face, and she kept her lips pinched tight. “No. I didn’t.”

“Scarlett. I’m not asking.” I ground out.

She just continued to shake her head. “I can’t.”

“Fine.”

I pulled my phone out and dialed the one number that I knew would come help quickly. Little did I know she would bring a partner.

Nana arrived on Scarlett’s doorstep not even five minutes later. She held up a bag and then shoved it into my chest. I went to close the door behind her, but of course, a cane whipped out and stopped me from closing it all the way. Grandmother was here too.

They took one look at the woman on the couch and rushed forward. Grandmother’s cane rained down on me like a vengeance. “Why didn’t you bring her to the hospital?”

Nana tsked her tongue as she got down on the floor to inspect Scarlett’s side. “What happened, my dear?”

Scarlett looked at me with wide eyes. “What’s going on?”

“This is Nana and Grandmother.”

Nana patted her hand sympathetically. “Audrey enjoys calling us The Grannies. It has a nice ring to it, if I do say so myself.”

I closed my eyes. Grandmother whacked me with her cane again. “You didn’t bring this poor girl to a hospital.”

“I can’t go to a hospital.”

Both women turned their eyes on me. Nana was the first to speak. “This isn’t some kinky gun play shit gone bad, is it?”

Scarlett managed to let out a small laugh. My eyes widened. “Are you kidding me? She needs you to stitch her up and get a bullet out.”

Nana deadpanned. “Why didn’t you do it?”

“I cut off appendages, I don’t sew them back on.”

Grandmother put her weapon down. “We need to know what happened.”

“I don’t know if that’s a good idea.”

Nana patted Scarlett’s hand. “In due time, my dear.”

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