Page 2 of Altered By Lead (Undercover Sinners 2)
"What the hell is Konstantin up to?" Weston growls, dropping another gun to the ground and then patting around his person looking for another. He's got nothing. He's spent. "Fuck." He drops down to his knees, pausing for the briefest of seconds to watch my fingers weaving through Colt's flesh like it's so much cloth. His eyes darken, and he turns away, crawling into the Hummer for the last of the weapons.
I finish up the stitches, and tie off the wound. A small amount of blood tries its best to seep out between the small, dark lines, but if I add a bandage on top of it, Colt might be okay. That is, if his other injuries don't kill him first.
West crawls back up to stand beside Arsen, and that's when the first of the off-road vehicles begins to make its way down the side of the road. Bullets ping off the exterior, and I know it's just a matter of time before we lose what little ground we have.
In the distance, a chopping sound cuts through the air, and within seconds, there's a shiny black helicopter above us. No logo on the side. Two guns slide out of the front, and a stream of fire explodes across the skyline. Men fall, cars catch fire, and the off-road vehicles are riddled with holes.
"Now!" Hawke shouts, slinging his weapon over his shoulder. He leans down and hauls Colt up, making me cringe. If he hurt his back or has internal bleeding then ... But there's no time. Hawke starts running, and Mace hoists me up to follow; West and Arsen are not far behind.
And then we run. And run. And run.
By the time we stop, almost an hour later, there's another Hummer waiting with the keys inside.
The boys pile in, and off we go.
The last thing I remember before I pass out is how cold Colt's hand feels tucked inside of mine.Chapter 2WestonBlood.
So much fucking blood.
Not that I'm any stranger to it, but this time is different.
This time, it's my best friend’s blood all over my damn hands.
The steady beeps from the monitors are the only thing keeping me from losing my fucking mind, even as the medics work with silent efficiency to try to save Colt's life.
Internal bleeding, multiple lacerations, a broken arm, but worst of all a broken rib embedded dangerously close to his heart.
I clench my fists, still coated red in Colt's blood, and try to hear what the medics are saying.
They're too quiet, though, and the rushing in my ears is too damn loud.
"Weston," Hawke says, clapping me on the shoulder and making me flinch. I hadn't even heard him approach. Says a lot for my current state of mind. "Go get washed up, Colt's not going anywhere for awhile."
My gaze tears away from the operating table and flicks to our team leader.
"Says who?" I demand.
His eyes narrow slightly. No doubt the challenge in my voice has set his control freak tendencies flaring. "Says the medic in charge. They're operating to remove the bone shards, but they're so close to his heart it could be hours yet."
The cold, emotionless way he talks about Colt—who might fucking die—makes my temper flare and I shoot up out of my seat, fists clenched, ready to punch this heartless asshole right in the face.
But as I stand up, my attention catches on the forlorn, shivering girl across the room.
"Shit," I breathe, my eyes running over Natalia. She's clutching her arm to her body in a way that implies an injury but we're all so covered in mud and smeared with blood, it's hard to tell. "Has anyone checked Natalia over?"
Hawke grimaces, turning his attention her way. "She brushed me off. Said she needs a minute alone."
I gape at him, confused. "And you just accepted that?" Since fucking when does Hawke take orders from anyone, let alone Natalia?
"Of course not," he snaps. "I already asked one of the medics to look her over as soon as they can. Right now, though..." He indicates to my friend on the makeshift operating table, and bile churns in my guts.
"Got it." I run my hand through my choppy green and black hair, remembering all the blood crusted to my fingers too late. "I'll still check her over." I pause, pulling at my lip piercing with my teeth. "Did you see how good she was under fire? The way she stitched Colt up ..."
Hawke grunts a sound, following my line of sight to the shivering ball of girl in the corner. "Yeah. It's like she's made for this life."
I sigh. We called in a favor, so there’s no hiding Natalia from our organization now. Chances are, they'll remove her from our team before Colt is even out of surgery. If he gets out.
Refusing to acknowledge the pain of that possibility, I shove my dark thoughts aside and stride across the room to Natalia.
