Page 10 of Her Devoted HERO

She nodded.

Dex pulled out his knife and made quick work of the ropes holding the man. “Don’t move. When you move it’s going to hurt like a motherfucker,” Dex warned him. He grabbed the man’s left arm and slowly rotated his shoulder forward, at the same time massaging his wrist. He gave a low howl of pain.

Noreen knelt, touching his other shoulder, beginning to gently knead.

“Don’t fucking touch me!” Dex saw the desperate pain the man was in, but it was clear he would endure the fires of hell before he would let his wife lay hands on him.

“I didn’t know they would do this to you, Bill. Please let me help you.”

“Get them ready to go, I’m with the others,” Gray said as he left the tent.

A shot rang out. Then the unmistakable sound of an AK47 rent the night.

A man shrieked.

Dex went to Bill’s legs, assessing as he straightened them. They weren’t broken, but he would definitely need help walking. Depending on the situation, Dex figured it might be easier to just carry him.

More gunfire.

“Keep them away from that tent!” Hunter yelled into his mic.

“I’ve got it covered,” Aiden said calmly.

Dex smiled grimly. It didn’t matter if he was injured and alone, Aiden O’Malley would make sure nothing and no one would get to those girls.

Spurts of gunfire sounded, this time closer to their tent. Dex crouched and moved to the entrance, holding his assault rifle up and ready. He peeked out and saw a man behind one of the trucks.

The man was making his way toward Dex’s location. He lifted his arm throwing something at the same time that Dex shot him in the head. In an instant, Dex estimated the distance between the truck and the tent and realized they were going to be hit hard with debris.

“Down!” he shouted, as he lunged at the Anders, tackling them. Something big and sharp careened through the side of the canvass.

“Ahhhhhh,” Bill Anders shrieked. Warm wet covered Dex’s hand.

Fuck! It was blood. A lot of blood. He pushed up and saw that he might have successfully covered the couple’s heads, but Bill Anders’ legs had been left unprotected. Part of the truck’s windshield was embedded in the man’s upper thigh, near his groin. He was spurting blood. His femoral artery was shooting blood like a geyser.

“Report.” It was Gray.

“Anders is hit. It’s bad,” Dex said into his mic as he moved his hand over Anders’ leg. He assessed the situation.

“Miz Anders, I need your help. I’m going to try to stem the bleeding, you need to remove the glass.”

Dex reached into the wound on his thigh, finding the bleeder. Mrs. Anders wasn’t moving.

“Mrs. Anders!” He swung his head around and found the woman staring at her husband. She didn’t seem to in shock, she just wasn’t helping.

“Goddammit, pull out the glass.”

She shook her head.

Blood pulsed through his fingers. He needed to stop it, but he couldn’t apply any sort of tourniquet with the glass in his way. “Mrs. Anders, I need your help.”

Suddenly, she sprang forward, shoving herself in her husband’s face.

“You’re going to die, Bill. Tell me the passwords.”

Dex watched as Bill spit saliva and blood into his wife’s face. “Fuck you, Noreen,” he gasped.

“Tell me,” she screeched.