“Damn it.” She mutters.
“What?”
I yell back to her. My ears seem like they have cotton in them. I realize it is from the gun shots.
“I need another shirt or something to put on his back. It was a through and through so he’s bleeding back there too.”
I don’t even let her finish. I whip my shirt off and throw it to her before I pick my gun back up. I look over to Lorenzo and see he was in the middle of taking his shirt off as he drove, the phone no longer to his ear. I shrug and he smiles.
“You are one badass, Sofia Russo.”
I bask in his praise.
Chapter Eight
Bastiano
“I WANT TO KNOW WHO THE FUCK IT WAS!” I shout into the phone before slamming it onto the table. I watch as a crack forms on the screen.
I turn and start pacing. Ten minutes ago, I got the call from Lorenzo. I have been pacing in the meeting room while calling each and every one of my contacts. So far, no one knows who this man is.
I hear the front door open and see Lo helping Mia carry Matteo through the door. I gesture them into the meeting room without another word. Behind them, Sofia is slowing making her way with Gio by her side.
My eyes take in her mostly naked torso and I see red. I clench my fists as I take in the fact that Gio is leading her in with his hand between her shoulder blades. I snarl and they both stop. Sofia take a couple of tentative steps towards me. In my peripheral I can see that Gio has his hands up in surrender.
Sofia continues to walk towards me and I give her my entire focus. Getting past the lack of clothing, I take inventory of the rest of her body. There is blood on her, but I cannot tell where it is coming from. She is also still holding her gun in her hand loosely.
As she steps in front of me, I reach out and grab the gun while using my other arm to pull her tight against me. I slip the gun in the waistband of my pants before I wrap my other arm around her, cocooning her into my chest.
“In the meeting room. NOW.”
I hiss at Gio. He walks past us and keeps his eyes down.
“No. He needs to go get Iz. What if she’s not safe?”
Sofia looks up at me. She looks shaken, but not frightened.
“She is safe. We have a guard on her. We need to talk.”
I guide her through the archway we were poised in and close the door. As soon as it is shut, I peel my shirt off my back and pull it over Sofia’s head. She grunts at the surprise action.
“You looked cold.” Is my only response.
I reach down and grab her hand as I lead her over to the table.
“What’s it looking like?” I phrase the question to Lorenzo, but he is not who answers.
“The bullet went straight through. As far as I can tell, there is no internal bleeding. I need a first aid kit. Please tell me you have something I can use to stitch this up with.”
Mia looks up at me with complete determination in her eyes. I notice she is also naked and I see her shirt, along with Sofia’s soaked in blood on the table. That eases some of the anger I felt from before.
“Gio.”
That’s all I say. He knows what I need.
Matteo grunts as Mia probes his wound.
“The doctor will be here soon. She can stitch him up.”
