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One versus who the fuck knows…
I didn’t reply to Shawn, mostly because my arm throbbed, and I could only focus on that. Reyes didn’t use any numbing. I didn’t want to wait to get stitched up, and I had already waited too long. I was feeling the effect of losing too much blood and feeling woozy.
Sitting through him poking around, trying to find the bullet, then stitching me up was proving to lay me out on my ass. He walked back in a few minutes later and stitched and patched me up. I had him on the payroll for unexpected situations like these, so he was used to seeing all sorts of fucked-up shit. He was a surgeon I met on the side, and for the right amount of money, anyone can be bought.
I just didn’t think my men would turn on me, and that was my fuckup.
“How many more times will I have to stitch you up?” Reyes reprimanded.
My eyes shifted to his. “As many as it takes to make sure this doesn’t happen again.”
He shook his head, disappointed. When he was done, he placed a bottle of pain pills on the nightstand and left. I downed three of them with whiskey as a chaser. I don’t know how long I sat there, leaning my head against the headboard, messed up to the point of exhaustion.
Reflecting on my shitty life.
“You need to eat, or all that medication and liquor is going to tear up your stomach,” Duchess announced, walking in my bedroom with a plate of food in her hands and a glass of water.
“I’m fine,” I replied, taking another swig.
She snatched the bottle out of my hands, placing it on the nightstand next to the pills.
“You need to eat. Please…”
I sighed deeply, taking a bite of her sandwich.
The silence was deafening for a couple of minutes until she expressed, “You took a bullet for me, Luke. You saved my life.”
We locked eyes.
“And I’d do it again. I knew I should have never let you DJ there. Are you okay?”
“Define okay.”
“Doctor said he gave you a Xanax. Take it, alright?”
She shook her head, looking as lost as I felt.
“I don’t even know what to say to you right now…”
“I know.”
“No, I don’t think you do. One minute, we’re arguing, and the next, I’m jumping behind a concrete wall to avoid getting killed. I really don’t know where to go from here.”
“I’m so sorry, Duchess. I’m so fuckin’ sorry. You should’ve never been there. I know better, yet I still risked your life to have you in mine.”
She frowned.
“I put your life in danger, and I’ll never forgive myself for that.”
“I… I just… I… like what the fuck? How often does this happen to you?”
“Not often.”
“What’s happening?”
“Duchess—”
“No, I can’t experience that and then you not tell me what the hell is going on! It’s not fair.”
