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“Hey, we’re here. We got you,” Alessandro promised as he tried to lift it off, searing his own skin if the hisses of pain were anything to go off of.

It took several more alphas to join the mix before they lifted it enough for Emiliano to help me scramble out from under it. He somehow managed to lift and carry me outside, safely depositing me on a waiting gurney.

The fresh air was painful on my scorched lungs but I took in greedy lungfuls that only made me cough harder.

Fuck.

My eyes were already searching out my mates, panning over the aftermath of covered bodies and victims loading into the vehicles. It seemed more than just our own people were harmed, several of the assholes who taunted me were being treated, though they were in handcuffs.

“Emiliano?” I called out, needing answers. He hadn’t left my side even for a second.

“I’m on it,” he promised. “Get her loaded but wait for me. She won’t settle unless she knows the others are alright.”

He was gone, leaving me in their hands. I didn’t protest as they got an IV drip in me, an oxygen mask, and started checking vitals.

“They’re heading in, it’s grim, but they’re working on stabilizing them,” Emiliano said as he slipped inside.

The EMS workers closed the doors and shouted instructions to the driver. We were en route, a grim silence taking over the car before the man at my side finally spoke.

“I hate that you got caught in the crossfire, but I sure am glad they finally had a reason to get their hands on these assholes.”

Chapter

Twenty-One

Eliza

Asteady beeping pulled me out of a dreamless sleep. I started to move but instantly regretted it as pain shot through me. It took effort, but I managed to pop my eyes open and look around.

“How the hell did I get here?” The question was lazed with a rasp that had me coughing hard until a straw was pushed to my lips. Too thankful for the cool water, I didn’t open my eyes to see who was here with me.

“If you ever do that to me again, I swear I’ll tie you up and spank your ass until my handprint is branded there,” Romeo said in a voice that was far too calm.

He was pissed.

More than that, I’d scared him.

I opened my mouth to reply but he stubbornly offered me more water that I greedily accepted. The cold water was soothing my sore throat.

Flashes of the attack were branded in my mind and I had to fight the bile rising up. It took everything in me to force myself to sit back against my pillow and let my coughing fit calm.

“Loki? Bane?”

Romeo gave me a reassuring nod. “They’re out of surgery. They both lost a lot of blood and had extensive injuries. The gunshot wounds were the worst of it but there were broken bones and bruises all over. They are stable, though. Recovery will be a bitch for all four of you.”

I let out a sob of relief but tried to breathe through it. My chest and throat were far too raw to be fighting off tears. The smoke had really done a number on me.

“Damien?”

“He’s doing a lot better but still out of it,” he said. I knew with how bad his injuries were and how long surgery took, that he’d be recovering for a while.

My body ached and I tried to shift, before something heavy stopped me. It was then that I realized my leg was in a thick cast.

Romeo noticed my shift in attention and sighed.

“You did some damage to your lungs from the smoke and chemicals, but your leg was also crushed. They had to do surgery and put in some pins, you’ll wear that for a while.”

“I’m sorry I left like that.”

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