Page 213 of Never Fall for an Angel

“Fucking Collin,” Levi growls.

“Collin?” Paulina gasps, but I cut off whatever she was about to say next.

“She’s been stabbed.” Mila’s blood soaks through my shirt to my skin beneath. “Get Toole here, now.”

“Is she okay?” a small voice says from the doorway, and I turn back to find Ava watching the commotion with a look of resolute fear in her gaze.

I fucking hate it.

“Ava,” Paulina rushes to the girl. “Take this. Call Toole. You’ll find her in my contacts.”

She shoves her phone into Ava’s hand. Ava doesn’t move, her eyes wide with fear as she stares down at Mila in my arms.

“Ava. Go,” Paulina orders, and Ava’s eyes snap to hers. “This is important.”

Ava’s eyes harden and she nods, turning on her heel and running from the room.

“Levi, tie her hands.”

“No—I growl, but Paulina cuts me off.

“We can’t have her ripping the knife out before Toole gets here.”

“I can hold her.”

“It’s either this, or you run the risk of her dying,” Levi snaps, and if I wasn’t holding Mila, I know I would have punched him for the hell of it.

Paulina looks at me expectantly. I look down at Mila.

Fuck.

“Get her here quick,” I growl. I place Mila on the table, and she stirs, big gray eyes fluttering to meet mine. I don’t like how fucking pale she is. How her top is ripped, the knife breaking through the material of my T-shirt soaked in her own blood.

“Chris-tian?” she whimpers softly, and I brush a bloody thumb over her cheek.

“I’m here, baby. Stay still.”

“It hurts.” She arches her back, her eyes filling with red-tinged tears.

“I know. Look at me, Mila.” Her hand reaches for the handle of the knife sticking out of her side, and I grab her wrist, pinning it down to the table.

Her eyes widen, and she peers around at the chaos. I catch the towel Paulina throws at me from the other side of the room, nodding to Levi over Mila when he enters with two belts he must have gotten from our room.

“Do it.”

Quickly, he wraps the leather around her wrist, then drags it underneath the leg of the table. Mila sees what he’s doing, and her eyes grow large with panic. She tries to rip her hand away. But Levi keeps it pinned with his own, struggling to buckle the leather belt and hold her in place.

“No!” she screeches, and my chest tightens, listening to the agony in her voice. “Please!”

“Shhh . . .” I try to soothe her, but Levi rushes to the other side, grabbing that wrist from me, too, and repeating the motion until both her hands are secured to the side of the table.

Once she can’t move, the panic sets in.

“Get her ankles,” I growl. I press the towel in my hand around the handle of the knife, putting as much pressure on the woundas I can, forcing Mila’s back to arch and a pained scream to rip through the air.

“Where thefuckis Toole?” Levi growls, struggling to hold Mila’s feet.

“She’s on her way,” Ava rushes from the stairs, her eyes never leaving Mila.

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