Page 88 of Virgin Bratva Prisoner

They fire at us, but there aren’t enough of them and between my brothers and the Dubrovs, the enemy drops like flies.

Bodies fall to the floor around me as I keep low and make my way to Renat.

The gunfire stops and I hear someone shout Anya’s name.

Glancing around, I see Rodion carrying her into the main area of the warehouse. Holding her tightly cradled against his body.

When he sees it’s safe, he sets her down and she huffs, stepping away from him.

Anya is safe. Thank goodness.

I turn my attention back to Renat.

He groans, rolling over.

I grab his body and stop him.

“Don’t move,” I say harshly.

Rodion is leaning over me now. “Pick him up. We have to get him to the hospital.”

“Don’t you dare move him,” I snarl at Rodion and push his hand away.

“What the fuck?” he snaps at me.

I lift the torn shirt away from the wound, assessing the damage.

Turning to Rodion, I demand. “Give me your shirt.”

“What?”

“Now! Stop being difficult and just give it to me.”

Rodion, looking confused, unbuttons his shirt and pulls it off, handing it to me. He’s wearing a t-shirt beneath it. I don’t get why he had to be so difficult.

I take a deep breath. “I’m going to pull this out. It isn’t in deep, but the angle it’s in means it will pierce his kidney if we move him now. That will be very bad. I’m going to pull it out,then press this against the wound. Then we can get him into the car, ok?”

No one answers me.

“Ok?” I say again, louder.

Oleg pushes past my brothers and kneels down next to me. “Tell me what to do,” he says.

“Push here. And Renat—try not to move.”

Renat nods, his face pulled tight in agony.

Slowly, I remove the shard of metal, blood spits from the gash, but I cover it quickly. It’s not deep. He will be fine.

Renat groans but sounds relieved to have the metal out of his side. “Fuck, that fucking hurt,” he mutters. “Thanks,” with a sigh of relief.

Oleg slides his arm around Renat’s waist and helps him up. Ruvim and Rad step forward to take him and help him to the car.

Rodion is glaring at me with narrowed eyes.

“How did you know what to do?” he asks abruptly.

“Now isn’t the time,” I say.

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