Page 36 of Mine to Keep (Bloody Desires #10)
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Skylar cursed as the physician his handler sent over prodded at his wound. “It’s a through-and-through,” the doctor said nervously, glancing up at Skylar when he growled in pain again. “From what I can tell, it didn’t hit anything vital and you don’t have bleeding in the belly.”
“Just sew me up, doc,” Skylar said through gritted teeth, closing his eyes against another wave of pain.
Before the doctor started pressing on his belly and putting a fucking finger in his gunshot wound, he removed the bullet from his calf and sewed it up, wrapping a pristine white bandage around it that was now dotted with bright red blood.
Then he jabbed Skylar in the side with a numbing agent and made quick work of stitching the wound closed.
After he was done, the doctor left, and Skylar was alone.
More alone than he’d been in years. Even when he was off on another job without Martha, he knew he’d come back to her.
He looked over at Martha’s bags, her shirts and pants spilling out of luggage he’d begged her to repack. She’d shot him a look and quipped, “Why, when I’ll just go back into it later?”
There was no later for her. Not anymore.
He toed one of her high heels, his throat tightened with grief. Heels she’d never wear again.
Skylar’s pulled out his phone to call his handler, exhausted after the events of tonight. But he needed to talk to his handler before he was pulled under for a grief-filled nap.
“Speak,” his handler said.
“I need Viper dead.”
“Sorry about Martha.”
“Need him dead, man. Nothing else matters.”
“We don’t have his location. After your show down, he went underground. I can help more when he makes an appearance.”
Skylar sat up suddenly, grinding his teeth to keep his hiss at bay. “I need him dead now . Fucking find him or I’m going to find you.”
He had never met his handler but would go through hell or high water to get to him if he didn’t get what he needed.
A pause, then, “I’ll get right on it. Where are you?”
“Still in Toronto. Wherever he is, I’ll get there.”
“Understood.”
“Round me up three guys that are good shots. Doesn’t matter if it’s rifle, handgun, or a fucking Gatling gun. Send them to my room. I don’t want Viper to walk away alive.”
“Understood.”
“Before you go,” Skylar said, his eyes landing on the empty sheath of Martha’s holster. “Get me a set of matched blades, serrated, at least ten inches. I’ll kill him the same way he killed my wife.”
With that, Skylar hung up the phone.