Page 76 of Xander
Doc ran over and threw himself over Luna, whose dumbass self was screaming.
I saw blood hit his shirt.
Grimm growled, then with two guns, one in each hand, he raced out the door.
Kettle followed suit.
Then I followed suit.
Bullets whizzed past us, as I dropped to my knees and slid across the pavement to take cover at the same time getting my shots off with complete accuracy.
I caught sight of Italian loafers.
Fucking mafia.
The feds had promised us no blowback; they had fucking lied.
***
Sitting there in the waiting room, I held my breath.
Sadly, we lost Gavel after he ran to cover Agatha.
Doc took three bullets to his back.
Grimm has one on his left forearm and in his right leg.
Kettle has two in his right thigh.
I got a graze that was already seen to.
I wanted Nola.
I needed her.
I pulled out my phone and texted her.
Me – I need you.
Silence.
Fuck.
***
Riding to her apartment building, I had this sinking feeling in the pit of my stomach that I had fucked up today.
Fucked up in a way that I didn’t know if I could claw myself out of it.
Pulling my bike in front of her apartment building. I shut the motor off, swung my leg over, and unstrapped my helmet.
One that I hated wearing but did because Nola asked me to. Well, asked me to wasn’t exactly what she had done. She had demanded that I wear a helmet. Even went so far as to not let me inside her tight body for a week until I agreed. The freaking minx.
Walking to her front door, I knocked lightly.
Standing there, I waited for her to come to the door.
When she didn’t appear, I knocked again, a little louder this time.
