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I wince as I push myself to stand. “Never been better.”
Dominic grips my shoulder, forcing me to bite into my lower lip.
“You’re bleeding pretty good. We need to get you patched up. Do we have any contacts in London, Zay?”
He shakes his head.
“We do,” Vincent says as he looks to me.
I shake my head. No way are we bringing this shitstorm to Skyla’s aunt. No doubt she would help us, but she has two young kids. She doesn’t need this shit.
“I’m fine,” I grunt. “Call a doctor, pay him off. Whatever.”
Vincent purses his lips, then nods before pulling out his phone and typing rapidly on it. I look around at the bloody-as-fuck mess we’ve left behind and am about to ask what we’re going to do aboutit when Zayden pulls out a can of spray paint and begins spraying a symbol on the wall.
“What is that?” I ask.
He looks over his shoulder at me. “Local gang. They’re known for being very territorial. Figured they could take the rap with the feds.”
“How nice of you,” I say and laugh, cringing as I do. Fuck, this hurts like a bitch.
He shrugs. “I do what I can.”
Chapter Twenty Two
Asher
“Yeah?” I answer.
“Wesley was shot,” Vincent says coolly, jumping straight to it.
“What?”
“Two shots. A doctor is taking care of him now. He’ll be fine after some R&R.”
“You could have led with that,” I scoff, shaking my head.
The worst-case scenario immediately flashed into my head. Images of having to explain to my wife and uncle that the man they love is gone. Explaining to our children that one of their daddies is…
“We’ll be taking a later flight once we get him all patched up. He’s fucking staying home next time.”
I laugh at that. “Are you the one that shot him?”
“No,” he scoffs. “Look after my siren, Putnam.”
“Always do,” I say, then hang up the phone.
Even though it’s been years, Griggs and I have never really warmed to one another. Maybe it’s because he’s a cold psycho and I really can’t fucking stand him. Yeah, that must be it. Somehow, wemake it work, though. He loves my wife just as much as I do, and so we tolerate one another, for her.
My phone rings a-fucking-gain. I swear to fuck I’m ready to chuck the thing out into the woods.
“What?” I snap.
“Sorry to bother you. I just wanted to apprise you of a situation,” Dane Lewis says.
He’s an Elder, a title he inherited from his father, who’s long gone. He’s also my least favorite. Maybe it’s because he’s always talking shit. If anyone would be plotting to overthrow me, it would definitely be him and Stroughton. Or maybe it’s because when Skyla and I were first engaged, he set his sights on her. Planned to attack her, to violate her. Thank God Griggs got to him before me because I tell you, I wouldn’t have just taken his ability to walk.
“What situation?” I grumble.
