Page 14 of Sweet Sin

Part of me is numb. Except I’m cold. So cold.

And blood. So much blood.

I don’t know what to do.

I don’t know what to—

I’m naked.

I need to at least put some clothes on.

I force myself to get up, and I unwrap my right hand.

I wash my hands. There are several punctures, but they don’t look too deep, thank goodness. I force myself to walk, to open doors until I find Falcon’s bedroom.

A wrinkled T-shirt lies on the floor. I pull it over my head. Thankfully it covers my privates. But I still need something else.

I open the top drawer of his chest of drawers and find a pair of boxer briefs. I slide them on over my ass.

Then I find some socks. I ball one up in my fist and hold onto it tightly to try to stop my bleeding.

Now what?

I want to crawl into a fetal position, forget about all of this. Because this is all so familiar to me.

I’ve seen it before.

And I don’t want to go through it again.

5

FALCON

Damn it, Savannah. Where are you?

“Savannah!” I yell.

This man is bleeding like a mother fucker. “Come on, you degenerate. Clot, won’t you?”

He has two puncture wounds in his chest, which seem to be clotting up well. I have no idea if there’s any damage done. The piece of glass Vannah used wasn’t that big. It couldn’t have gone in too far.

The more important thing right now is the carotid. It’s not like I can put a tourniquet around his neck.

His pulse is faint.

I’d just as soon let the motherfucker die, but I can’t. It’s bad enough I had to cop to a murder I didn’t commit.

I can’t let this happen to Vannah.

Savannah Gallo is a sweet and wonderful woman. If she’s indeed related to the Bianchi family, she’s one of the good guys. I know it in my soul.

And I’ve learned to trust my gut.

Carlo’s eyes open but only slightly.

“You stay with me, motherfucker,” I demand.

I check the wound on his neck.

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