Page 97 of The Betrayal You Serve

I keep my hands on Kane, my eyes focused on his face, hoping like hell that he might show some signs of life but he's out of it.

"I need to stop the blood," I say, staring at his shoulder.

"Shit." Reid looks around but comes up short.

"Here," Devin says, dragging his shirt over his head and throwing it at me.

"Thank you."

Balling it up, I press it to Kane's shoulder.

He doesn't so much as flinch as I apply pressure to the wound and it makes my stomach drop.

"Please, Kane. Please, be okay," I whisper, brushing my knuckles over his stubbled cheek.

Long, painful minutes pass as I sit staring at his chest, slowly moving and straining to hear his shallow breathing. When I finally look up, we're not heading in the direction I expected us to be going in.

"The hospital is that way." I point out the back window.

"We're not going to the hospital with a fucking gunshot wound, Letty."

"But he's bleeding—"

“Someone will meet us at my house. We're not going to let him die."

"Motherfucker isn't that lucky. He's going to have to wake up to our smiling faces," Devin deadpans.

"Reid doesn't smile," I point out, thinking of the handful of times I've seen him without his standard scowl on his face.

"Oh burn, bro," Devin barks but predictably Reid doesn't react.

Only a few minutes later, we pull up outside Reid's house once more beside a car that wasn't here earlier.

The second the brothers climb from the car, a middle-aged man who's covered in tattoos emerges from the other vehicle.

Reid and the man briefly shake hands before the door beside me is ripped open.

Devin stares at me with his lips pressed into a thin line and an impatient expression on his face.

"Gonna get out of the fucking way?" he grunts, clearly still pissed at me despite the fact I'm the one who alerted him to this situation in the first place.

Quickly, I scramble from the car with Devin's ruined shirt in my hand. Reid passes me his keys and instructs me to go and open the door.

They manage to get him out of the car and I stand inside the house, holding the door open and hope that I'm out of the way as the man who I can only assume is a doctor follows the three of them in.

They immediately go for the stairs, and after closing the door, I follow behind them.

By the time I turn to the room they've disappeared inside, Kane is already laid out in the middle of the bed and the doctor is cutting up the center of his shirt to get to his wound.

Devin backs up to a chair beside the window and drops down while Reid comes to stand beside me as the man opens the case I didn't notice he was carrying and injects Kane with something before properly cleaning up his wound so he can see the damage.

"Doc's the best, you don't need to worry," Reid mutters.

"Worry?" I ask as if the mere suggestion is absurd. "The man I lo—" I shake my head, swallowing down the words. "He's laying there with a fucking bullet in his shoulder and bleeding out."

"He's lucky, a few inches lower and—"

"Don't," I snap. Not at all in the right state of mind to be considering other worse options right now.