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3 – NITRO
Blood boils in my veins. Fury unleashes inside of me like a raging fire consuming my internal organs, scorching everything in its path. That bitch better be lucky someone saved her life because I could choke her with my bare hands. Yet, why the fuck did my dick harden the closer that I drew to her?
Shaking my head, I chalk it up to my earlier activities being interrupted by Toad’s appearance. I grimly stare at my twin, my other half, lying in the bed. It reminds me of when we were little kids. He was always the prankster. Ryan would shake and fall to the ground pretending to have a seizure or create fake blood and have it spilling from his mouth or side. Then there was the time he pretended to be dead.
All that shit used to freak our mom out, piss my dad off, and have me giggling like a damn hyena. Why can’t this be one of those times, I wonder, as I place a hand over his chest.
My eyes close when I feel the faint beating of his heart. For the first time, our heartbeats aren’t in sync.
Dropping into the chair beside his bed, I ask, “What the fuck did you do, Rye?”
My twin is almost a half hour older than me, and he used to lord that over me when we were kids. What wouldn’t I give right now for him to say some smart shit about being the big brother and me knowing jack shit about shit?
“Who did this to you?” I ask grimly, looking at the monitors beeping.
The door opens, and a slice of light invades the quiet of the dark room. I look up angrily, ready to confront that demon nurse but see Dr. Rhodes instead.
“Mr. Blackwood,” he says, approaching me.
I nod as I glimpse Toad and Frenchie darkening the doorway behind the doctor. My brothers would be intimidating on a normal day, especially Frenchie with his big ass. Much like me, he’s a well-tuned machine because of his rigorous workout routine and treating his body as the temple it is.
I eat and drink whatever the fuck I want most of the time, but I do work out religiously.
He and Toad have concern for me etched in the narrowing lines around their eyes and lips, arms crossed over their chests, and menacing scowls darkening their faces. Yeah, they look downright scary as fuck.
I’d hate for the good doctor to turn around and see them right now.
“Doc.”
“As I told you earlier, he suffered a traumatic injury from a gunshot wound. The direct abdominal trauma was caused by a penetrating bullet. The rest of the damage was created by shrapnel. We performed surgery to treat the sepsis and prevent exsanguination—”
“Aye, Doc. We’re good with English,” Toad snarls from behind the doctor, causing him to jump a little and look over his shoulder.
He turns back to me, nods, and looks slightly unsettled as he rapidly clicks and unclicks an ink pen several times. “Um...yes. According to his partner, he was recovering from a viral infection before the gunshot wound, which triggered a chain reaction in his body. The chemicals released into his bloodstream to fight the infection triggered inflammation. We treated that immediately to prevent organ failure, tissue damage....”
“Or death,” I say grimly.
The doctor purses his lips and nods. My stomach turns over on itself. I can’t fucking lose my brother.
“What about the blood loss?” Frenchie says.
The doctor turns halfway so that his back is no longer to my brothers, but he’s glancing at all three of us from side to side. “Yes, the exsanguination was the other reason surgery was required.”
“What are his chances of survival?” I ask.
