He nods his head down. “I took one in the leg.”
“Shit.” She grimaces when she sees the blood seeping through his jeans. “You need to go to the hospital.”
“No fucking way. Take me to Gerald and Boone,” Micah says, standing up. He almost goes back down as soon as he’s standing. Zane and I catch him under the arms before he can hit the floor. Micah is pale and clammy, well on his way to passing out from blood loss.
“No arguments, Micah. That’s not something that we can handle. You’re going to the hospital.”
“What am I supposed to tell them?” Micah argues, still leaning on Zane and me. “That I got shot by the leader of the goddamn Russian Mafia?”
“Tell them I shot you for being a stubborn dumbass.” She smiles sweetly. “Let’s go.”
I snort a laugh, earning a glare from Micah. “Something to say?”
“Yeah. Your Queen has spoken,” I say, then just grin at him.
Wefinallygot rid of Viktor.
I can feel it deep in my bones that Jay is next.
Chapter 40
Alessa
Micah’s bullet wound was through and through. It caused a lot of tissue damage and severe blood loss, earning him a walking cast and a few nights’ stay at the hospital, which he’s glaring at me about.
“You signed Holden out. Get me out of here, shithead.”
I shake my head. “No can do. You need to get blood and rest.”
“I can rest at home,” Micah argues.
“You can’t stay home alone,” I roll my eyes, “And I can’t babysit you.”
“You don’t have to babysit me. I’ll call someone. I’m not staying here.”
I give him a dry look. “Who are you going to call? Everyone that would put up with your ass is here at the hospital.”
He glares harder. “I have more people than just you guys.”
I snort. “No, you don’t.”
“Come on,” Micah says, dropping his head back on the pillows. “If you love me, you will.”
“I just stormed a fucking heavily guarded warehouse for you. I don’t have to prove shit.”
He looks at me again, this time without the glare. “Thank you,” he says sincerely.
“You’re welcome.”
“Now, can you sign me out?”
I throw my hands up. “No. Go to sleep.”
“You’re not my favorite niece anymore,” Micah says, closing his eyes.
That makes me laugh. “I’m your only niece.”
He doesn’t open his eyes, but he smiles. I watch him until his breathing evens out, and I know he finally fell asleep. He’s been fighting sleep like a toddler, trying to convince me to get him out of here.
