Page 7 of Savage Little Queen

CHAPTER 3

Vincent

Levin let outa groan as Doc Alan finished dressing his gunshot wounds.

“Not bad. You’re lucky. This could have ended a hell of a lot differently,” Doc said, shaking his head.

“Bitch can’t shoot,” Levin grunted, looking at the dressed wound on his arm.

“IV is hooked up. Pain meds as needed,” Doc continued. “Watch for signs of infection. You know the drill.”

Levin grunted and let his head fall back onto his pillow, his eyes closed.

He’d been shot twice. Once in the arm and once in the shoulder. Neither hit anything vital, but it scared the piss out of me seeing him covered in blood. I’d done everything I could to get him untied and out of harm’s way during the shootout before I’d grabbed Fallon and done the same for him. I’d gone for Stefan next, followed by Natalia. Anson had been a great help, dragging them off with me while taking down enemies with precision.

He had skills. Insane skills.

“That Russian fuck dead?” Levin called out, his eyes still closed as Doc went to Fallon, who was in the second bed covered in blood, his face swollen.

“That Russian fuck can hear you, ass lasso,” Fallon mumbled back.

Levin snorted but didn’t push it. I was grateful for that because the last thing I wanted to do was listen to anyone fight. I’d had enough of that shit for the night.

I sat at Levin’s side while Doc worked on Fallon, who hissed in pain every now and then. Tate and Hail had beaten the shit out of him. His face was badly bruised. His cheeks were so swollen that his eyes were barely open.

But he was alive, and that was really all that mattered.

“Where’s my brother?” Levin asked, turning his head to look at me.

“Resting. Ethan was getting him settled. Doc is going to look at him next.” I studied Levin’s face at the news. His throat bobbed, and I could tell he was trying to keep from crying. I was sure it had more to do with Fallon being in the room than with me, so I reached out and gave his hand a squeeze in reassurance.

He nodded wordlessly, and his eyes glistened with tears before he looked at the wall, a muscle thrumming along his jaw.

Seeing Stefan had been a shock for sure. I hadn’t really believed it until Dom and I had busted in there.

But it was true. Stefan Seeley was alive.

It would change a hell of a lot of things.

“And bumblebee?” Levin finally asked softly. “Is my bumblebee OK?”

“I assume so,” I said. I knew Dom was with her and he would care for her. Levin had no one, so I’d gone to him with that knowledge. “I haven’t heard differently.”

“Can you check, please?” The way his voice shook had me nodding. I knew my hand squeezing his wasn’t going to cut it. He needed me to ensure everything was fine.

Hell, I needed to know that too. I just hadn’t wanted to leave his side since I knew Dom was with our B.

“I’ll be right back,” I said.

I glanced to Fallon as I walked to the door.

He grunted as Doc stuck an IV in his arm, but his attention was fixed on me.

“I’m going to check on B,” I said as I reached the door, so he knew.

“Tell her I’ll come see her soon,” a note of pleading laced Fallon’s words. “Please.”

I nodded and left the room. I couldn’t say that I hated Fallon. I knew where he was coming from, and maybe I’d have even done the same thing. At the end of the day, Bianca loved him, so I loved him, even if he did piss me the fuck off.

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