Page 77 of Virgin Bratva Prisoner

I slide the green button to answer the call and it connects to the car system.

“Damon. How are you this afternoon?” I ask.

“Sir, there was an accident on site—Luke has been injured."

“Is it bad? What happened?”

“Just a stupid mistake, really—where are you?”

I glance at Raisa. “I’m actually just around the corner from the warehouse. I’ll be two minutes.”

I hang up and glance at Raisa. “Sorry, I want to go and make sure he is ok.”

“Of course, there is no need to apologize.”

Parking outside the warehouse, we both hurry out of the car and run in through the massive doors.

The manager is there to meet us.

“Sir, we called the ambulance, but they are taking forever to get here and he’s losing a lot of blood.”

Damon hurries us over to where Luke is lying on the warehouse floor, looking like he is in a lot of pain.

A pool of blood has formed around his leg where something sliced through his work pants.

I am about to ask Damon for more information when Raisa kneels down next to Luke. “Shit,” she mutters. Then turns to me. “I need the first aid kit and your belt.”

“Get the kit,” I say to Damon, not asking any questions, just pulling my belt loose.

She wraps my belt around his upper thigh and pulls it tight, buckling it closed. The bleeding slows as Damon arrives with the first aid kit and hands it to her. He looks worried.

“Does she know what she’s doing?” he whispers to me, too soft for Raisa to hear. Luke’s eyes roll back in his head and his body goes limp as he loses consciousness.

I nod, but I’ve never seen her at work before. I hope, for Luke’s sake, that she does know what she’s doing.

“You—press down here,” she says to the man kneeling on Luke’s other side, holding his hand. He does as he’s told while she digs around in the first aid kit, looking for something.Finally, she pulls out a pair of scissors and what looks like weird long-nose pliers, but steel and shining.

She works quickly to cut away his pants, pulling the material away from the wound. “Hold him down,” she says sternly.

Then, she pours a clear liquid over the wound.

“Hold him,” she warns.

“He’s unconscious.”

“I don’t care. Hold him.”

She pushes the pliers into the wound, clamping them down over something and suddenly, the blood stops flowing completely.

She breathes a sigh of relief. Not letting go of the pliers she leans back slightly. “That was close,” she mutters.

“What happened? What did you do?” Damon asks nervously, staring at the still-unconscious Luke.

“He’s going to be ok, but he needs to get to the hospital quickly,” she says.

Behind us, medics flow into the building. Damon waves them towards us.

“What’s going on?” the medic asks, eyeing Raisa and her grip on the pliers.

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