16. CARESS TO YOUR BODY

CALLAN AND HIS MEN managed to fire several bullets at the white car before it disappeared from our sight. His other hand was pulling me close to his body, my weight on him as I hid my face onto his chest. I could feel his ragged breathing.

After firing his gun, I felt his hand caressed towards my shoulders. But I did move. I couldn’t move from fear and shock.

“Holy fuck, you’re bleeding, Esmé!”

My eyes widened in shock. “Huh? Where?” I raised my hand to check my body—shoulders, stomach, thighs… until Callan removed his coat and used it to cover the side of my head. “Right there,” Callan said.

Then he reached for my hand and covered his with mine before he lifted my feet off the ground as he started walking.

I looked around as Callan carried me in his arms, some of his men followed us and the others kept looking at the gates and at a far distance checking if the vicinity was clear.

“It was a miracle you made it here on time,” he muttered just focusing in front. He kept walking tow