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To prove that to him, I started to go, but he wrapped his lengthy digits around my arm.
“Fine.” He positioned back against the sink. He shook his head. “I hit someone, and he fought back obviously.”
I knew he’d hit someone, but I hadn’t known a stab wound was involved, which was what this was. I studied the wound. “You were stabbed?”
“Barely a nick, but I didn’t see it coming.” He cursed when I cleaned it. He bared teeth. “Watch that shit, aight?”
I smirked now. “More than a nick then?”
His eyes lifted, and his hands braced the sink so hard when I put antiseptic on the wound I thought he’d break that shit. He crossed his ankles. “Like I said, fucker got the jump on me, but I got the last laugh.” His eyes danced, rimmed with cruel delight. If I didn’t know any better, I’d think he did enjoy whatever had happened tonight. “Dude went down like a sack of potatoes in the end. He’ll never get his face to look right after what I did.”
He cursed again when all I did was touch the skin near the wound. I told him to drink the vodka, which he did, but when I told him to put the sock in his mouth for the stitches, he refused.
“D wears that shit. No fucking way.”
He was being a total diva right now, but he promised not to scream when I did stitch him up. I didn’t necessarily believe him, but I didn’t have a choice since he refused to put the sock in his mouth.
I guessed he’d gotten this shitty bandage from the precinct, which definitely showed how much they cared about getting him proper care.
I heated the needle, sterilizing it. “Brace yourself.”
He did as asked when he lodged his forearm between his teeth. Immediately, he bit down during that first stitch, and every one after that as well. He was so white by the end of it, I thought he’d pass out, but he stayed standing and, as promised, didn’t scream. I’d actually done a good job too, considering I’d only patched up myself in the past.
“Not bad, princess. Not bad,” he said, analyzing the black stitches in the mirror. He was so tan any scarring he got probably wouldn’t be terribly visible. He gave a soft clap. “I guess you have done this before.”
I shrugged. “Girl came at me with a box cutter once in the eight grade,” I said, and Wells’s lips parted. “Yeah, and when you don’t have health insurance…”
“Shit. You did it on yourself.” He whistled. “I suppose you didn’t get any help from that fucker who took you.” He frowned. “D mentioned he had a lot of depression and anxiety.”
He was right about that, but that was the last thing I wanted to talk about. I crossed my arms. “What happened to you? For real. The guys only told me you hit someone.” I lifted a hand. “Do they even know you were stabbed?” Thatcher had picked his ass up at the precinct today and twirled him around. Something told me, if he’d known, he wouldn’t have done that.
Wells shook his head, and my jaw dropped. “What the fuck, Wells—”
“They don’t know because it’s not a big deal, and you’re not going to tell them.” He put his bloody shirt back on, covering my work. He tugged it down. “As far as who I hit, just know he deserved that shit.” His growl was low. “He deserved more than that shit. Dude’s a fucking creep, and he’ll be getting his.”
“What do you mean?”
“You don’t need to worry about it. The guys are handling it.”
He tried to cut around me, but I stopped him.
“Princess—”
“Who did you hit, and why?”
His head lowered, his arms braced. I wasn’t going to let this go, and it was easy going against Legacy when it was just one of them. The four of them together had a tendency to strong-arm.
“You’re lucky I like you,” he said, his grin teasing. He lounged back against the sink. “I’m only sad our love story had to end for the sake of my boy.” He put a hand on his chest. “So tragic.”
Good God, he was such a hopeless flirt, shameless. My eyes lifted. “Tell me what happened.”
“I hit Shapiro,” he said, and I croaked. He smirked. “Yeah, Mr. Shapiro, and dude called the cops on me like a little bitch.”
“Why in the…” I was at a loss for words. I mean, was he a psychopath? “So, what you’re saying is you hit a teacher?”
“Nah, princess. I hit a creepy-ass predator who gets off messing with high school chicks.” His eyes narrowed. “Fucker even changed his name because the last school he worked at, he had to resign because he’s a nasty fuck who likes getting with underage girls.”
My mouth opened and closed. “How do you know that?”
