Page 34 of Moros

I held my breath, knowing I was missing a part of the conversation since he wasn’t on speaker.

“They’re both dead.” He explained. “Yeah—we’re leaving now—we’ll talk later.”

“What’s the—what are we doing with them?”

I thumbed over my shoulder.

“Boss will handle it.” He replied darkly.

“And you’re sure they’re dead?”

He nodded.

He drove us back to the large house. The entire drive had me feeling numb, almost like with each body to fall, I was losing more and more of my humanity.

Thankfully, Pasha wasn’t there so I had a little bit of a reprieve before I’d have some explaining to do.

“I’m not going to try talking you into going to a hospital,” I said. “Not yet—but where is the first aid kit?”

“Under the island in the middle of the kitchen.”

He was a little breathy.

I rushed to get the kit, stopped to get a can of soda then darted back up the stairs. While I was tired by the time I got back, I merely opened the soda and handed it to him, then began undoing the tiny buttons on his shirt.

Khadri held my hands on either side of the material and tugged.

The buttons flew everywhere but that wasn’t what my mind was on. It was on the fact that him ripping his shirt open shouldn’t have been as sexy as it was—especially since this was to treat his wound.

Swallowing the lump in my throat, I tried focusing but now I had to deal with the massiveness of his chest and the desperate way I needed him to hold me against it.

With shaking hands, I quickly wiped away all the blood I could, before cleaning the wound to see it clearly.

“The bullet went through,” I told him. “That’s a good thing—right?”

“Yes.”

“This is going to sting.” I warned.

His jawline tightened as I poured antiseptic wash against the wound. The liquid ran down and soaked into the rest of his clothing, but I wouldn’t worry about it.

He clutched my hip with a large palm as he hissed softly, closed his eyes and turned his head away.

“Maybe you should go to the hospital after all.” I spoke while blowing against the wound, hoping that would ease some of the sting.

“It’s fine—I’ve been shot before.”

“You do know that never makes a woman feel better, right?”

He scoffed. “I’ll be okay. Just bandage me up.”

“Khadri…”

“I’ll be fine.” He stressed, drank more of the soda then lifted his eyes to me.

“Pasha is going to kill me for letting you get shot. How mad do you think she’s going to be when she realizes I didn’t take you to a hospital?”

“Shorty I?—”

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