“I’m fine.”
I don’t mention the part where I’m bleeding all over myself and Winter. Should I?
“I saw the bullet. Don’t fucking tell me you’re fine,” he says, worry taking the bite out of his words as he pulls me off the man and toward him.
“If I can talk, then I’m fine, no?” I ask, leaning into being a trolling little shit.
“No,” he growls, his hand coming away with blood as he touches my neck. “Don’t tell me this isn’t your blood. It is.”
“Ugh, that’s not what I want to hear,” I groan, the sound of gunshots around us completely ignored.
Ansel rips his shirt off his body because of his shoulder rig for his firearms, and presses it against my neck. I vaguely think about how hot that is, just before I pass out.
ANSEL
“Dammit,” I sigh, hunching over my omegas as I press my ruined shirt over Bellamy’s neck.
It’s a flesh wound, I know it is. The stupid, dead scumbag beside me kept turning and hiding behind Bellamy. Shiloh had to take the shot when he saw it because they were almost to the exit, and it’s a mess outside.
We called in some of our guys, the place is surrounded, but shit can still go sideways. I know this, we all do, but Shi is going to rip himself apart over this.
Cassidy drops to her knees beside me, covering me as she shoots another one of Clara’s henchmen in the head.
“It’s almost clear,” she says under her breath, more for my benefit than herself.
Still, I appreciate it because my hands are bloody as I apply pressure to Bellamy’s throat, and I still have a gun by my thigh. If necessary, I could shoot to kill. It’s nice to know I’m covered so I’m not in that situation.
“We’re good inside!” Henri yells to my right. “I’m headed out to help.”
“I don’t have eyes on Clara. Will you see if anyone has her out there?” Abbott asks, striding over to Cassidy and I. “Easton has Matilda. What happened?”
“My bullet caught him,” Shi says, cursing under his breath as he hurries over to see.
“The shot was rough,” Abbott murmurs, not wanting to make him feel worse.
“Just a flesh wound,” I add, glancing at the beta who already bled out beside me. “You took a chance, and it paid off. Bellamy kept telling me he was fine, right up until he passed out.”
“Of course he did,” Abbott grumbles, picking up an unconscious Winter. “Keep pressure and let’s get him patched up. Cass?”
“I’ll cover with Shi,” she agrees.
While the danger seems to be over inside the warehouse, I’m not sure what’s happening outside. Pack Mayor also gave us the warehouse to enjoy a little torture. Funny enough, there’s an incinerator in the basement we fully plan to take advantage of.
Our guys are already dragging dead bodies inside to break them down and toss them into the fire. This way, we may be able to keep our promise of not starting any pyrotechnics.
There’s a hallway on the right side of the building, and it leads to a room with a table and chairs. It’s some kind of office setting, simply without any carpet. This is as good as any place for patching up our omega.
Laying Bellamy out on the table, I pull away my shirt to see that he’s going to need a couple of stitches.
Shiloh takes off the go bag on his back with medical supplies and begins to clean the area for me.
“We should do it before he wakes up,” he warns. “I feel fucking terrible about this.”
“Don’t beat yourself up about it,” I murmur, grabbing gloves to pull on and then preparing the needle and thread.
You never know when a job will go badly, which means a medical bag is always on hand. We can all do basic shit, and anything beyond that we call Riley now.
It’s better than the older mafia doctor who was judgey as fuck. I hate bigots who believe there’s only one way to live, and we cut him loose as soon as we could.
