Page 164 of Five Fingers of Death

“You don’t get it,” she whispered. “His luck is running out. I’m not sure how much more he can take.”

“Probably anything you throw at him,” I offered, hoping it made her feel better. “You should get cleaned up. He’ll want to see you when he opens his eyes, and he won’t like it if you’re covered in blood.”

She nodded vacantly, then finally met my eyes, gasping when she saw my face. I smirked at her, knowing exactly what she saw.

“He did a damn good job teaching you self-defense.”

She covered her mouth, shaking her head as she looked at my busted nose. “I’m so sorry.”

“Don’t apologize. You were fighting to get to your husband. That’s fucking admirable. And it’ll be the first thing he hears when he wakes up.”

She took a steadying breath and nodded. “When he wakes up.”

* * *

I checked the time on my phone, debating whether or not to call Izzy. It was only five in the morning by her, but I desperately needed to hear her voice. We had hours before we’d find out anything pertaining to Knight—if he survived the surgery. I still couldn’t wrap my mind around what the fuck happened at the warehouse.

I dialed her number and prayed she was awake. I needed to hear her sweet voice if I was going to get my head on straight. When she answered, full of life and excitement, I let out a sigh of relief.

“Hey, baby.”

“It’s five in the morning. What’s going on? Is everyone okay?”

Okay. That was a relative word. “We’re at the hospital,” I answered, the weight of the situation heavy in my voice.

She sucked in a breath, waiting to ask the next question, but I beat her to it. “It’s not our team, but…”

Fuck, I just realized that Knight was her brother. How the hell could I have forgotten that? Suddenly, this phone call seemed like a very bad idea.

“But what?” she asked, her voice laced with anxiety.

There was no way out of this. I couldn’t keep this from her. “It’s Knight. He was shot, and he’s in surgery.”

I waited as her breathing halted. She was strong. I had to believe she could handle this.

“Okay, so he’s alive.”

“Yes. Kate’s here. She kept him alive until the ambulance could get to him.”

She said nothing for a solid minute. Fuck, I shouldn’t have said anything. I hated to think of her all alone at her house, wondering if her brother was going to make it.

“I’ll let you know as soon as I hear something.”

“What about Cash? Is he alright?”

“He’s…He was fine the last I saw him.”

You could have heard a pin drop. “What do you mean? He’s not there?”

“He had to leave.”

There was no fucking way I could tell her we suspected that he was no longer on our side.

“He had to leave?” she snapped. “His brother is in the hospital and he had to leave?”

I winced at the anger in her voice, but was luckily saved by the doors opening and the doctor walking out. “Izzy, the doctor is here. I’ll call you back.”

I ended the call without another word and stormed over to where the doctor stood by Kate.

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