Page 98 of Pulse

He scowled at her but relented as they all knew he would.

Everything happened quickly after that. Jinx took over, holding pressure on Spec’s bullet wound while Ty held the belt tight.

“Do not let up the pressure even for a second. Either of you,” Pulse ordered.

“Got it, boss,” Ty said with a nod.

“What if he’s super obnoxious on the way? Can I let up a little? Take some of the fight out of him?” Jinx asked with a deep chuckle.

“Jinx!” Liv slapped the back of his head.

“Ow, woman! I was kidding.”

Pulse shook his head. “Let’s just get him in the fucking car.”

“Wait.”

As Pulse went to slide his hands under Spec’s shoulders to help lift him, Spec held up a hand. “Brother, I was wrong.” His voice had weakened to barely a whisper. “I’m so—”

Christ, he refused to hear Spec’s version of a deathbed apology. No one was dying tonight.

“Save your energy, Spec.”

“No, I—”

Pulse shook his head. He wanted an apology. A better man might not need it, but Pulse did. It was necessary to fix their broken bond, but not when Spec was worried he wouldn’t make it. “Tell me once you’re up on your feet, and we can stand eye to eye, brother.”

If he hadn’t known how much danger Spec was in, the fact that his brother didn’t fight him let him know. Spec nodded. His eyes drooped. They needed to get this show on the road.

“Let’s move. He needs medical attentionnow.”

Curly helped Pulse lift a half-limp Spec and load him in the back seat of Brooke’s SUV while Jinx and Ty did their best to hold the pressure. Brooke had arrived with her car after Curly sent her a text saying the area was safe. Of course, the president anticipated needing vehicles besides motorcycles to get everyone out of there. He was the president for a reason.

Now that she didn’t need to hold Spec’s leg together, Talia scooted off to the side of the parking lot and sat on a curb with her head in her hands. He itched to go to her. To wrap her in his arms and check every inch of her to make sure she hadn’t been hurt. Someone had been shooting at her, for Christ’s sake. She could have died in an instant.

Not yet. Don’t think about that shit yet. Keep your head in the fucking game.

As soon as he was confident Liv’s injury wasn’t more serious than she claimed, he’d be all over Talia. Liv stood near the SUV, staring into the back seat where Jinx attempted to keep Spec awake with atrocious jokes.

“Livy, let me take a look at that wound.”

She turned her head until he had access to the gash. The bleeding had slowed to a trickle.

“How’s the pain?” he asked as he probed the skin around the wound.

“Um… I’m not even sure. I’m feeling kinda weird.”

“Shock,” he said.

“My face itches.”

God, he hated the flat tone of her voice, as though she didn’t have enough energy to speak.

“That’s just dried blood. They’ll get you all cleaned up in the emergency room.”

She nodded.

She was missing a patch of hair, which would piss her off to no end later, but she was alive and wouldn’t require more than a dozen or so stitches.

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