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Anger filled her at all of them. They should have waited until Declan and the others had arrived. They would all be standing here had they just waited. They could have fought off the enemy a little while longer to give the other members time to catch up to them.
They never left each other.
“They will be fine. They have been trained—” Mac’s voice cut off by the sounds of gunfire.
Jordan watched his body jerk forward as he was hit.
“Mac!” she screamed.
He fell to his knees and raised his gun, firing into the woods toward the perpetrator who had shot him. She raced forward and caught his body, but he was too heavy for her. They fell to the ground with him landing partially on her. She screamed again and pushed with all of her might to move the big man. Voices were coming toward them.
Jordan slid from underneath Mac. His eyes were closed, and his breaths were coming rapidly.
“Mac,” she said again.
She rolled him over onto his back. His eyes fluttered open. She ran her gaze over his body. Most of the bullets had hit hisvest, but her gaze landed on his thigh. His pants were torn, and blood was pouring out of the wound.
“Oh, shit.”
The voices were getting closer.
Mac attempted to get up. He grimaced and swung his angry gaze to her.
“Run,” he bit out through gritted teeth.
“Are you fucking for real? I’m not leaving you,” she said.
The stubborn sergeant shuffled himself back until he could rest against the large tree near them.
“Hand me my gun,” he ordered. He pointed to where it had fallen a few feet from her.
She stretched and snatched it up and gave it to him. Pain crossed his face as he reached down for a new clip on his waist. He released the empty one and tossed it aside, slamming the new one in.
His gaze snapped to her again. “I said run, Knight. That’s an order.”
“No.” She shook her head.
Later, he could write her up for insubordination if he wanted to. There was no way in hell she was going run away and leave him to fend off whoever was coming. Jordan needed to find something to stop the flow of blood. She placed her gun on the ground and yanked off her boot. She snatched her sock off and was happy for once that she hadn’t worn ankle socks. She took her long sock and turned to Mac. “We have to stop this from bleeding, otherwise you are going to lose all of your blood.”
“You’re too stubborn for your own good, Knight.” Mac said. His intense gaze focused on something behind her.
She slid the sock underneath his leg and pulled it as hard as she could to wrap it around his thigh. It wasn’t quite long enough. She took off her other boot and sock. She tied her socks in a knot on one end to make them longer. She put it underneathMac’s thigh and tied it as tight as she could above the wound like a tourniquet. It wasn’t the best thing she could have done, but it was something.
She quickly got her boots back on and picked up her gun.
“Can you get up?” she asked. The shouting was getting closer. She held out a hand to Mac. He would need to keep moving. She was not leaving another member of her team.
“I said keep going,” he growled. He ignored her outstretched hand and pushed off the ground. He fell back to the tree. Sweat coated his brow, the coloring slowly leaving his face.
“And I said not without you,” she snapped back.
She rested his arm around her shoulder and placed her hand around his waist. They began to walk, but Mac was losing his strength. They took a few steps, and he swayed.
“Don’t pass out on me. Please, Mac.”
She would beg him if she had to. He needed to keep moving.
“Go,” he mumbled. His eyes glassed over, and he fell against another tree that had been on his other side. He took his arm away from her shoulder.
