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There’s a lot of clanking and cursing from Knox and the scrubs guy.

I clear my throat and bend down to whisper in his ear, “Don’t leave me. Please don’t go. I’m sorry it took me so long to find you. I’m sorry you fought so hard… for so long. But I’m here. Me and you arehere. The bad is over.”

“She killed for you, bro,” Knox chimes in from across the table. “Lucky motherfucker.”

“She went to Hell just to drag you out,” Ryker says.

“She’s waiting for you to come back to her, D,” Vault adds.

Tears silently slip down my cheeks while his family rallies around him.

I brush my mouth against Dmitri’s temple and say, “Addie’s going to be okay.”

My heart breaks thinking of her. I don’t know if Ace lied to me or not, but I’m desperate enough to believe that she’s really okay. Even if it’s not possible.

“She’s probably making her horrible banana pancakes right now,” I add, my throat closing up. “I’m so glad you got to meet her. Hug her.”

I’m going to be sick.

Dmitri’s eyes pop open and he tries to sit up like he just had a shot of adrenaline. His abs flex and several of the puncture wounds open and bleed more. He rips the oxygen mask off his face and screams.

“Fuck!” the scrub guy says. “Knox, get the—”

“On it!”

There’s a lot of rushing around again and beeping noises gooff loudly in the room.

Dmitri falls back, his head smacking the table he’s on. Spittle flies from his mouth. “Fuck!” He hyperventilates. His face twists with agony, his eyes welling with tears. “This hurts.” He groans with clenched teeth.

“Look at me,” I say, panicking. “Dmitri, eyes on me.”

He shakes violently, grunting as he tries to suck in a solid breath and can’t. He slowly turns his head to me. “Dae…”

Eyes bloodshot and swollen, he goes to touch my face, but his shoulder is a wreck with that bullet hole, so it just flops and dangles off the table.

He cries out in agony again. “Fucking hell, get me something to bite on, damnit.”

Ryker swiftly yanks his belt free and shoves past me to place it in his mouth. I grab his limp arm and rest it on his side, holding his bicep. Dmitri chomps down on the leather, his nostrils flaring as they sew him up.

It only takes a couple minutes for him to pass out again. I pull the belt out of his mouth and Knox puts the oxygen mask back on him.

“I hope he stays out for the rest of this,” Vault says.

“Not with the massive concussion he’s likely got,” Knox argues.

Things grow frantic. Messy. When the scrub guy pulls the blade out of Dmitri’s side, I nearly pass out.

“He’s gonna be okay. He’s gonna be okay.” Knox works fast to staunch the bleeding. “He better fucking be okay.”

I press my hand to Dmitri’s chest. “Don’t you dare leave me. I swear I’ll crack into Hell to find you, Dmitri.” The sweetness I tried to save him with evaporates. All I have is savagery left in me. “I’ll drag your ass right back here with me. I don’t care how long it takes. I don’t care who I have to fight… who I have to kill… Iwillget to you.” I dig my nails into hischilled skin. “I’m not letting you go.Ever. Do you hear me?”

Knox sighs. “We’re good.”

I’ll take his word for it because I’m not looking at the grotesque wounds on my man’s body.

“Now listen to me.” I scrape my nails along Dmitri’s scalp. “You’re going to buckle down and get right or I’m going to the beach without you.”

His eyes flutter open, scaring the crap out of me. He slowly pulls the oxygen mask off again. “You… wouldn’t… dare…”

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