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Seriously… I am not built for this shit.
It might be time to take Quincy and run. I’m sure Costa and his henchmen would be more interested in Ridge than us. And either way, I would hire an entire platoon of security to keep eyes on us at all times.
Plus get us completely off the radar.
Maybe even off-grid.
Shit.
AmIin shock?
I’m pretty sure I killed that guy or caused irreparable brain damage before Trigg took the final shot.
Jesus.
I’m just as complicit as they are.
More than that, I don’t even want to think of what it would do to Quincy to lose Ridge right after she found him.
I get myself in gear.
Stepping around Quincy, I stride over, ripping off my shirt as I move.
“Tell me what to do.” I don’t even know why those are the words that come out of my mouth when he just gave meinstructions, but I hit my knees at Trigg’s side. My hands shake violently as I prepare to cover the wound, but Trigg rips my shirt from my hold. He shoves it where he wants it and grabs my wrists, showing me where he wants me to apply pressure.
Blood immediately saturates the fabric around my hand, and I fight the urge to pull away.
Ridge groans. “Give a man a little fucking warning next time.”
“This is never happening again,” Quincy says, taking off toward the house. “If I had the money, I would hire you your own personal security. So much security. You wouldn’t be able to turn around without bumping into someone who’s there solely to keep you alive. You clearly need it.”
I blink repeatedly as she waddles toward the house.
She must be in shock.
She’s handling this pretty well, but now all I can think about is how this might affect the baby.
Trigg grabs his gun off the ground and takes off after her. “Angel, youwillwait for me?—”
“I’m in shock!” she snaps. “Don’t growl at me all bossy like or I will punch you.”
Ridge smiles. “At least she has something else to focus on, but I imagine she’s going to be mighty pissed once she’s no longer about to pee herself.”
I laugh. “Can I do anything to help?”
“Just keep applying pressure.” He tilts his head. “Honestly? This is such bullshit. If the bullet had been two inches higher, it would have missed me completely.”
“Yeah.” I scoff. “Or it could have been a few inches lower, and we wouldn’t be having this conversation at all.”
The sounds of Trigg and Quincy bickering fill the air as background noise, but Ridge’s face sobers.
“Thanks for helping out with that guy,” he says. “I saw the second bullet land out of my peripheral vision.”
I nod. “I don’t know that I even made the choice consciously. Most of it felt like muscle reflex and panic, but I am glad you’re alive.”
I wonder if it’ll hit me in full force later?
I needed to make sure that man couldn’t take a second shot that could have gone through Ridge and hit Quincy.
