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Without thinking, I pull off my shirt and dart toward him, pressing it roughly against his wound. He lets out a pained sound that rips me to shreds, clawing its way inside of me and pulling me apart piece by piece.
“Fuck that hurts,” he says, his voice raspy. “Goddammit. You’re getting off on it, aren’t you?”
His joke falls flat. It’s not fucking funny. I feel like I’m cracking.
“What the fuck happened?” I bark.
“Got shot.”
“No shit,” I hiss and then feel my eyes start to sting. The blood begins to soak through my shirt an ugly dark red, and I frantically search for something else to stem the flow.
“Casey! Get me something! He’s bleeding!”
“Can’t. Got this asshole here. I’m not taking my eyes off of him until he’s neutralized.”
“Put a bullet through his head then, for fuck’s sake!” I cry out and then grab a sweater that is lying on the couch and press it against Skylar’s abdomen.
“You hold on to that,” I bark, my voice cracking with each word. “And don’t you fucking die.”
“Don’t be stupid,” Skylar rasps, and I shake my head, leaning down to press a kiss to his cheek.
He smells like copper and gunpowder, but he still smells like Skylar. And that realization makes me angrier.
“Where the fuck is he?” I bark, moving over to where Casey stands. “I’m going to fucking murder him myself.”
“Here,” he says and then points his gun at Elio, who is looking a little worse for wear. His arm and both legs are bleeding and his skin is covered in a slick sheen of sweat. I don’t know what he was thinking coming here, but he always was a stupid shit. He probably thought he could take us all out, but little did he know that Skylar is the best.
Skylar.
My eyes travel over, and I see his head lolling to one side, his eyelids fluttering.
“Casey. Call my dad. Get Skylar out of here!” But he just shakes his head, his gun still pointed at Elio.
My arm slashes out, and I waggle my fingers. “Give it to me. I can handle it.”
“Your dad wants him alive.”
“Fuck that,” I say. “He shot my man.Mine.” When Casey doesn’t listen, I scream, “He shot him, you fuck! Give me the goddamn gun so I can kill him myself!”
Casey turns to look at me, his stance faltering. “Shit, he doesn’t look good.”
“No, he doesn’t. Call my dad before I fucking murder you both.” He falters and when my voice wobbles and apleaseexits my mouth, he nods, handing me the gun and pulling out the phone, quickly dialing my father. He’ll be here soon. He has to. Skylarcan’tdie.
I will fucking burn the world down.
“Gonna have Daddy do this for you?” Elio mocks from his slumped seated position on the floor, and I respond by leaning down and digging my fingers into the wound on his bicep, making him gasp.
“No. Of course not. Growing up,Daddymade me do this shit all by myself. No, you stupid shit. I’m gonna chop you to pieces all by myself.”
His face blanches, and I feel myself smile.
“And you’re gonna feel it. Every last cut.”
“He’s on his way,” Casey says, perched next to Skylar who is no longer conscious. Shit, he’s lost a lot of blood. I move around Elio, keeping the gun trained on him and reaching into a cabinet and grabbing a pan. I set the gun on the counter and then shift the weight of the cast iron between my hands.
Elio looks up at me and his eye twitches. “What are you gonna do with that?”
I lift it over my shoulder and bring it down, whacking him on the side of the head.
