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And this is why I always wear the vest.
He blew out a steady stream of air, nothing helping to subside the effects of the bullet. Scouring the ground for his phone, he found it in an icy puddle. Tearing off his glove, he quickly dialed Rubble.
“What the fuck, Kevlar? Do you know what time it is? It’s not even—”
“Rubble, I’m shot. Not sure if I can make it back to the clubhouse or not.” He peeled back the hand pressing against the wound. A gush of crimson escaped, and he bit the inside of his cheek.
“Shit, where are you?”
“Alleyway between Fourth and Washington.” He started moving toward Macha’s home base. “Walking up Washington now.”
“I’m getting Doc. We’ll be there in five.”
Kevlar shoved the phone into his pocket and trudged forward. His feet felt like heavy anvils, each movement jarring the bullet wound. The clouds overhead opened once more and coated him in snowflakes. He was right to worry about Kita. Her father wasn’t done with her yet.
But it appears he’s done with me.
Chapter Thirty-Eight
Nikita
“Get them out of here,”Doc yelled, ripping back Kevlar’s shirt. It was fully red, dripping blood on the floor of the small Macha clinic. Splatters of red coated the white wall, making Kita immobile.
Shit, shit, shit!
Rubble ushered the crowd of fellow bikers out of the room, closing the door and leaving Nikita alone with an unconscious Kevlar and a focused Doc. Her stomach jarred at the sight of his pale skin. His ragged breaths nearly sent her to the floor. This wasn’t the indestructible Kevlar she knew.
“Will he be okay?”
She ran her hand against his forehead, his hair always kept so short. She almost wished he’d grow it a little so she could smooth it back. Bullet wounds weren’t uncommon in her job, but this wasn’t just anyone on the table. It was the man she couldn’t live without. If he died, a part of her would too.
Rattling medical utensils, Doc nodded. “He’ll be fine once I get the bullet out.” He handed her a pair of gloves. “Looks like you get to play nurse today.”
She pulled on the latex and swallowed the urge to faint. Blood never got to her. She’d seen plenty of dead bodies, plenty of blood, but none had ever been a person she loved. Not until Mandi. Not until Kevlar. It was why she hesitated in the car before Pillar’s goons nabbed her. She’d been caught between realities.
“This might hurt him a bit.” Doc met her face, blue eyes concerned. “Think you can handle it?”
No!she screamed to herself, but she nodded, nevertheless. The door opened right before Doc dug into the bullet hole.
“I’ll hold him steady,” Hawk offered, and neither refused the help.
Returning to the task at hand, Doc expertly extracted the tiny bullet. Kevlar jerked once, and Hawk diligently kept him stationary. She moved when Doc instructed, helping him clean the agitated wound. None of her FBI training could’ve prepared her for operating on the man she loved.
With Doc’s oversight, she bandaged the wound. Her hands shook, but she wouldn’t let anyone else do this. He’d saved her, and she would do right by him instead of shying away.
“Very nice. You could pass as an emergency medic.” He offered her a kind smile. The little she knew of the paramedic turned biker doctor, she liked. He was a gentle soul when he was around his old lady and a Viking when it came to his brothers. That should’ve tipped her off from day one.
“I better stick to what I know.” She felt Kevlar’s forehead. It was hot and clammy.
“I gave him something to fight infection,” Doc said, already ahead of her thoughts. “He’s strong.”
“Just because someone’s strong doesn’t mean they’ll survive.”
Doc didn’t reply. He washed his hands in the sink and checked Kevlar once more before saying something about finding Isa. She really wasn’t listening. She was too busy sorting everything out in her mind.
Rubble and Doc found Kevlar on the sidewalk two miles from the clubhouse. The stubborn ass walked a whole half mile before collapsing in the snow. She woke the instant she heard Rubble yelling down the hall but didn’t know what happened until he returned carrying Kevlar’s bloodied body.
Nikita sat on the chair next to the hospital bed. Seeing him so lifeless sent her gut in a nosedive. Kevlar wasn’t one to ever play the victim or try to get sympathy. He’d never been like that. If she had to guess, the Army reiterated those ideas for him.
