I bite the inside of my cheek to stop myself from laughing. He reaches down and offers his hand and Mason takes it, putting pressure on his leg then hissing.
Everything inside me coils tight.
I’ve hurt him.
“Let me see.” He hobbles to me, tilting my head to look at my chin. He’s so close, his body brushing mine as he dips down to get a better look. God, he smells delicious.
“Bloody hell, woman.”
“Logan will look at it, he had first aid training just last week. Or Scar, she will sort it. Are you okay?” I ask, shooing his hand away.
“I’m fine. I’m driving you to the hospital.”
“I don’t need to go to the hospital.” I touch my chin and feel the sticky blood pooling. Shit.
“You’re not fighting me on this, Nina. Is Logan in?”
“Yes.” I thumb towards the office and breathe a sigh of relief when he stalks off in that direction.
I can’t have Mason looking after me. It’s the last thing I need right now. I grab my things and ask Gemma to let Logan know I had to leave, then I call Maggie and tell her I’ll be late.
As I step out onto the street, I feel my chin drip and look down to see blood seeping into my tank top. I know I need to get to the hospital and have it stitched. If the girls weren’t in the office, I’d have asked them to take me, but Mason is too controlling and wouldn’t have allowed it.
I know Joey will be busy at the gallery, and Maggie is with Ellis.
“Vinny, I need your help,” I plead into the phone.