“Pip.”
“He was going to shoot you,” he said. “I couldn’t let him shoot you.”
Realization dawned, and I spun to see a man lying on the floor with a bullet hole in his chest.Holy shit.
“Is-is he dead?” Rett asked.
I went over and looked down at the man who stared up at me with an empty expression.
The bottom fell out of my stomach as I realized what this meant.
Rett killed someone to protect me.
Before turning around, I swept the room, but most of the gunfire had died down and the back of the warehouse was empty.
I went to Rett and pulled him against me. “He’s dead.”
Rett’s arms went around my waist and squeezed. “It was him or you.”
“And you chose me.”
Rett’s head lifted so tired gray eyes could look at me. “I walked into this life for you, Hiro. I won’t walk out of it without you either.”
“I fucking love you.”
He smiled. “I know.”
CHAPTER
THIRTY-SEVEN
Rett
Turns out my rescue fantasy didn’t just mean wanting the man I loved to rescue me. It also meant me rescuing the man I loved.
I might not be as good at it as Hiro, but judging from the way he was clinging to me, I think I did all right.
“I can walk,” I told him for the hundredth time.
“Nope. Not putting you down.”
Kieran appeared with blood smeared on his cheek and reddened, raw knuckles. “Everything inside has been neutralized.”
I wasn’t sure what that meant, but it seemed like a good thing.
“You good?” Hiro asked.
Kieran nodded. His eyes dropped to me. “You guys?”
“He needs stitches.” Hiro’s voice was clipped. “And his fingers are broken.”
“I do?” I asked, reaching up to my face and wincing at my tender cheek. “I don’t think it’s that bad,” I said.
“The gash on your head is,” Hiro spat.
I reached higher, realizing my hair and forehead were covered in blood. The second I touched the swollen part, it exploded with pain. I bit back a whimper but saw Hiro staring like he wanted to murder Tommy all over again.
“It’s fine.”Must be where they knocked me out,I thought.
