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If it wasn’t for Misha, I would have told him to get fucking bent. By the time I came back with everything they’d asked for, Sasha had stripped Misha down to his underwear and was trying to drag a blanket over him.
“Not that one,” Misha said, pushing the fuzzy white blanket away from him. “It’s cashmere.”
Sasha snapped in Russian, earning him an equally snarly response from Misha.
“Someone want to tell me what the fuck happened?!” I yelled, glancing between the two of them. “And why the hell aren’t you at a hospital?!”
“It’s minor,” Misha said, shifting on his back with another wince.
Sasha crouched next to the couch and peeled a bloody wad of gauze off of Misha’s side, revealing a gushing hole that sure as shit wasn’t there a couple of hours ago. “I don’t suppose you have an IV kit?”
Misha waved a hand vaguely at the trauma kit. “And antibiotics.”
“Great. Let’s hope I didn’t hit a fucking organ.” Sasha opened the kit and got to work, sorting bandages and alcohol pads and getting a needle and thread ready, but I was too preoccupied with what he said to worry about what he was doing.
“Um, excuse me, what?! Did you just say you hopeyoudidn’t hit an organ? As in,youare the one who put a fucking bullet in my boyfriend?! Did he fucking shoot you?!” I whirled on Misha, jaw slack.
“Marek…” Misha sighed.
Sasha paused between stitches, taking a moment to smirk up at me. “Yeah, I did. I’m the one who caved the side of his face in, too. Are you going to do something about it?”
“Are fucking kidding me?!” I took a step forward but Misha snagged my hand before I could finish storming over to my certain death.
“Remember the long game,” Misha said, tugging me backward until I sank onto the couch next to his legs.
“How does you getting shot”—I glared at Sasha for emphasis, even though the asshole had gone back to sewing—“factor into the long game?”
“Motivation. I’m going to tell my men the Neon Kings did this—that they orchestrated an attack on Dimitri and Sergei. While they managed to kill those two, I escaped. Barely. Given my past, it’s not entirely unbelievable that someone with my skills could survive a gang hit. Next, we’ll wipe out Alonzo and the rest of those fuckers wearing purple tattoos. And then we’re all free.”
“What about the drug ring? And the cops? What if someone figures out you were the one who—”
“One step at a time.”
“He needs rest,” Sasha interjected, “not a goddamn interrogation.”
“He needs a hospital! Not some fucking patch job in the living room!”
Sasha opened his mouth to say something but Misha cut him off in Russian. Whatever it was, Sasha responded by flinging a hand at me and snapping back with something that probably wasn’t very nice before slapping a fresh bandage over the wound.
“Help me to bed,” Misha said with a grimace, ignoring whatever Sasha’s problem was.
That asshole and I both stepped forward at the same time but I shoved his outstretched hand away. “I got it. You’ve done enough.”
“Marek,” Misha said softly, like a warning.
“No, fuck this guy! He doesn’t get to shoot you and then tuck you in like Florence fucking Nightingale.”
Sasha shook his head and walked away, muttering something about “Fucking American pain in my ass,” as he carried the used medical supplies to the kitchen. The fact he did it in English was an extra dickish move.
Looping an arm around Misha, I helped him up into a sitting position and let him catch his breath. Once he was prepared, I held him steady while he got to his feet.
As soon as he was vertical, he sucked in another breath through his teeth and clamped a hand to his side. “Fuck me that hurts.”
“Give me these,” I said, taking the blanket and bag of fluids from him, mindful of the IV in his hand. “And let’s leave this.” I tossed the bloody blanket behind us and wrapped an arm around his waist.
“You know, I made it my entire career without being shot,” Misha said with a bit of a chuckle, wincing with each step.
“Was it worth it? Wasn’t a beatdown enough? Did you really have to let him put a hole through your body? There’s no telling what kind of internal damage there is. You could bleed out. Or go septic, for fuck’s sake.”
