“911, what’s your emergency?”
“Help, I’ve been shot.”
“You’ve been shot? Is the shooter still there?”
“Yes, but I think they’re unconscious. I can’t tell without getting closer,” I whimper.
“No, stay where you are, ma’am. Help will be with you soon. Can you tell me where you are?”
I reel off the address I memorized just for this point.
“Can you tell me your name?”
“Delphi. Delphi Anders.”
“Alright, Delphi, is there anyone else in the house besides you and the shooter?”
“A man, but he’s dead. His face is…is… oh god I’m going to be sick.”
I drop the call and do just that, as the adrenaline crash makes my stomach pitch. Once I’m done, I slide back, feeling myself get lightheaded. Which gives me another idea. I eye the puke warily before leaning closer and lying down next to it. I gather some spit in my mouth and use my tongue to slip it out of my lips and let it drip down the side of my face.
I let my eyes flutter closed for a second as fatigue washes over me, but I can’t sleep yet. I’m not done. I frown when I hear the sound of a bike outside. No, not bike. Bikes.
“Shit, not now, dammit,” I grumble just as the door is kicked in and a pissed-off Kruger appears before me in all his lethal glory.
Chapter Thirty-Four
KRUGER
I knew as soonas that fuck face mentioned bailing Josh out that Theo was in danger.
I don’t bother to call Havoc. I can’t risk that he asks me to stand down and wait for backup. I have Toot, and right now, that will have to be enough.
My bike has barely come to a stop when I’m off it and running to the door of the trailer. I don’t bother knocking. Instead, I raise my booted foot and kick the fucker in. It takes me a second to process the dead body on the sofa, a relieved breath rushing out when I realize it’s not Theo. I scan the room and see Diane out cold on the floor. I don’t give a fuck about her. I turn further, freezing when my eyes land on my woman lying next to a puddle of vomit and covered in blood.
I don’t remember anything after that. Not dropping down beside her or carefully lifting her head until it’s resting on my knees. I disconnect completely until Toot slaps me across the face.
“Kruger, snap the fuck out of it!” he roars.
I shake my head, ready to kill the motherfucker when I hear Delphi’s voice.
“Kruger. I’m okay. I promise. Please come back to me.”
My eyes drop to her surprisingly alert ones.
“I swear to you I’m okay.”
Toot drops down on his haunches next to us. “Let me take a look at you, sweetheart.”
“It’s just a graze, Toot. Hurts like a motherfucker, but a piece of cake compared to a grenade.”
We both glare at her.
“Seriously? How can it still be too soon? I just got shot?—”
Whatever expression she sees on my face has her words faltering. “Okay, mentioning getting shot is not helping,” she mutters.
“Darling, I’m going to call this in. We don’t want the cops turning up and fingering us. Any reason we shouldn’t call them?”
