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With a grunt of sheer agony, he swung his gun like a hammer and cracked the bastard across the face. A swing of the knife came at him again, causing him to jump backwards.
He went down to one knee, his rage burning hotter than the pain. Motorcycle pipes thundered, and they were close.
He shoved the pain into a box in his mind. There was no time for agony. No time for weakness.
He had one job, and that was to keep his girl alive. “Half-Pint!” His roar shook his chest.
Once again, Ravage came flying across the lawn, his bike spitting grass in every direction.
Knife Man had already heard the roar of the bike and retreated ahead of Ravage, diving into a car waiting across the street. He was gone before Sawyer could take steady aim.
Sawyer dragged air into his lungs, each breath filled with pain from the bruised rib and knife wound. “Go!” He pointed toward the street, motioning to Ravage. “Follow the car!”
Ravage didn’t hesitate. Tires screamed when he hit the pavement, and he was gone.
Lele’s scream ripped through the air. “No! Oh God! Sawyer!” She dropped to her knees beside him, hands grabbing his face. “Daddy, you’re bleeding—I need to call an ambulance!”
That was a bad idea. He had no idea who to trust in the police department here. He shook his head. Pain detonated in his skull.
She fumbled for her phone anyway. “I’ll call 911, then I’ll grab bandages from inside.”
Bandages. Right. Good money said all she had were cartoon rabbits and pink glitter stickers. He’d have to be dying before he let Lola Bunny patch him up.
He manacled her ankle with an iron grip before she could bolt into the house. “No. You don’t set foot in that house. There could be more inside. Help me up. We’re going to my place.”
Knife Man hadn’t hit anything. Nothing vital, anyway. He’d walked off worse back in the CIA. Still, it hurt like hell. Fuck, he was going soft.
She braced under him, steadying him as they made their way across the street. Using the other hand, he put pressure on the cut.He bit back curses, forcing himself to walk upright. Fire ripped through his body with every step, but he kept moving.
They made it to his house. He locked the door, then collapsed in the first chair he saw. Teeth bared, he dragged his phone free and shoved it at her. “Get my contacts. Find Bones. Tell him I need stitching up.” He moved his hand and glanced at the cut.
“Stitching up? You need an emergency room. What if you need surgery?”
“It looks way worse than it is. It probably needs a stitch or two. Now do what Daddy said and make the call.”
She must have taken the threat of impending ass destruction in his glare seriously. Her fingers shook, but she did make the call. Pausing only when he rasped out his passcode... her birthday.
After she hung up, she turned back to him. And cracked. Tears streaming, her face twisted in fear.
Sawyer clenched his jaw. She was breaking, and hell if he’d let her fall apart outside his arms. He pulled her into his arms and winced. The pain was worth it just to hold her again.
When he could breathe again… when the bleeding was handled, her reckless little ass was getting spanked so hard she’d remember it every time she sat down for a month.
CHAPTER 19
Lele’s entire body was shaking. Sawyer had been stabbed. When he’d collapsed on the chair, she thought for a second he’d died. She’d screamed and run to him, but he was still breathing. And bleeding. There was so much blood. She wasn’t sure how he had any left inside.
“What can I do to help, Daddy? There had to be something she could do. She couldn’t just stand there and watch him bleed.
“Grab a towel from the dryer, babygirl.” She also grabbed the scissors from the utility drawer in the laundry room and ran back to him.
“Don’t run with scissors in your hands!” he yelled. She didn’t slow down at all. Sure, running with scissors wasn’t the safest thing, but hello, priorities!
“You can spank me later, Daddy,” she’d told him, not slowing.
He’d said, “Oh, babygirl, you can count on it.”
Lele chose not to think about that.
