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Chapter 161

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ARYN

Everything after the gunshot felt like my brain had been dropped onto concrete and left there, shattered into a million useless pieces.

Someone was yelling my name, a sound that reached me warped and distant, like it was coming from deep underwater.

His blood was everywhere, he was losing blood. Way too much fucking blood.

I pressed my hands to his chest frantically, like I could physically hold his life inside his body if I pushed with enough sheer will.

He needed a doctor but he was far from home

Which meant his family doctor, the one who patched him up quietly in a hidden clinic, off-record, wasn’t anywhere near us. Waiting for "our people" to mobilize, to send the specialized medical team, or dragging him across state lines to some hidden, secure safe house would take too damn long. Lol

He’d bleed out before anyone played mafia chess.

.

“No,” I snapped, when one of his men, was about to make a phone call. “No fucking safe house.”

The man looked at me like I had finall
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