You're mine, brother.
“Fuck— hold on.”
He dropped to his knees beside me, trying to pry the metal open with his bare hands while keeping the gun ready. Another explosion rocked the building, closer this time. Dust and smoke choked the air.
“I think it’s broken,” I gasped through gritted teeth, tears stinging my eyes. The pain was blinding. I could feel the bone shift unnaturally when I tried to move. “Enzo, it’s broken…”
“I’ve got you.” His voice was tight with fury and worry. He finally wrenched the trap open, freeing my mangled leg. Blood poured freely from the deep gashes.