Page 31 of Til Death Do Us Part (Kornilov Bratva Duet 2)

With Molly, however, I don’t want to push her away.

My fondness for her is a weakness. One I don’t want to be rid of anytime soon.

She dabs a disinfectant to the cut and it stings, but I don’t wince or pull away. I’ve handled far worse pain than this.

“I came here to—”

“Not. Now,” she repeats. Her pink lips are pressed into a thin line, and she tucks a strand of dark hair behind her ear before unwrapping a large bandage and placing it over the cut. Blood starts to leak through the bandage immediately, and her brow furrows. “You need stitches.”

“I’m fine.”

Molly rolls her eyes and gestures to the wound. “You might bleed out on the way home, but sure, you’re fine.” Then she looks down at the console. “There is blood all over your car.”

“I don’t care.”

She ignores me and pulls a wrap out of the kit and begins winding it around my arm. The pressure seems to help and after a few layers, there is no more blood seeping through. As soon as she finishes, I reach for her hand, but she pulls away.

“I’m not ready to talk to you,” she admits, taking a deep breath. “I don’t know what to say.”

“You were supposed to tell me when you left the house.”

She looks up at me, her eyes fiery and sharp as a blade. “I’m going to go.”

“Let me drive you. The guards can take Theo back. We need to—”

“I’m going to take my car.” She pulls away and is out of the door before I can stop her.

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