Page 64 of Forced Bratva Wife

Running at her father like a damn madman, Parker chucked another piece of broken cement at his head, which jacked backward as Pavel was rocked off his feet and onto the floor.

I snapped into action, scrambling across the ground to grab the gun from him. He tried to keep a grip, but a kick from Parker to his ribs made Pavel’s grip loosen, and I stood up next to her.

Aiming directly between the eyes, I squeezed the trigger. With a final forced jump from the bullet soaring through his skull, Pavel went still. He was dead.

“Don’t waste your time talking to your enemy,” I squeezed the gun again; this shot was just for me. “And always aim for the head.”

A rush of sound came back to the world as my haste receded. Parker was hyperventilating beside me, and I turned to her, grabbing either shoulder.

“Hey.” I put my face directly in front of her. “Are you all right?”

Her wide eyes held mine for a moment, her lips parted. “I…Yes.”

Parker smiled nervously, and the relief that washed over me was like stepping into a hot bath. Or maybe that was the wave of adrenaline backing off as I continued to leak.

My knees gave out, and I collapsed to the floor. Parker’s arms were quickly around me, her hand going to the injury that was steadily oozing.

“Lev!” She shook her head, but my vision was going blurry. “No, no, no! Lev!”

Everything got really damn cold, and I think I dropped the gun. I couldn’t track my movements—or feel my fingers, for that matter. That probably wasn’t good.

“Parker.” I tried to focus on her; the green of her watery eyes was the only thing I could see in the entire world. “Listen.”

“Don’t.” She pushed hard on the wound, and pain flared. “Save your strength.”

She sounded so angry. That’s weird. No time for that.

“Parker,” I tried to swallow, my mouth suddenly dry, “little one, I love…”

At once, strength left me, and a haze of darkness clouded over my vision.

“Lev?” Her voice was frantic now. “Lev! Someone come fucking help me! Now!”

Chapter 28 - Parker

Lev’s men were right behind me as my voice rang out through the empty warehouse. They’d clearly been on their way, and a roar of gunfire sounded around me as they kept everyone else in the building from getting to our location.

Pietor, who was always the closest to Lev’s side, was next to me in a second.

“The fuck happened?!”

“Pavel is dead. Lev…” I shook my head, my voice threatening to break before I refocused. “Laceration to his trapezius. No contact with the carotid but heavy bleeding. I need to get him stabilized.”

I looked Pietor directly in the eye. “Now.”

A familiar flurry of activity picked up at that. I maintained hard pressure on Lev’s injury to staunch the bleeding as Pietor and two of Lev’s other men helped me to get him to the car. I was desperate for my tools. Still, as we got into the large vehicle, I was able to lay Lev across the floor, holding that pressure as it sped down the road with all the fury of a hellhound.

We were at Lev’s house in a blink, and we all got Lev inside and into the nearby dining room where I could work on him. To my surprise, the men had gathered a makeshift ER setup, I wasn’t going to ask how they got the equipment, and I was thrilled for the better supplies.

“Everyone not ready to help with some semblance of medical experience, get out.”

There was half a beat of hesitation, but then the unnecessary guards left the room, and I could hear them posted up outside the door.

Pietor remained as expected, and I put him to work.

“Get those open.” I gestured at the quick clot pads and bandages that spilled from the emergency kit Pietor had set on the table with Lev. “Get us gloves.”

We were gloved quickly, which I appreciated, and I’d been able to stop the bleeding with the gauze in the first aid kit they’d brought to the warehouse. Removing this layer would start it up again, but hopefully, it would be minimal until I could get him sewn up. Pietor was silent as he held the other bandages at the ready, and I swapped out this soiled one for the new quick clot pad.

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