Page 129 of Married to My Sis’s Bratva Fiancé

"Are you..." He forced his eyes open. "Are you hurt?"

"No."

His gaze dropped.

"The baby?"

"No. We're both fine."

It was like he finally let himself exhale. His lashes fell.

"Good."

"It's not good." I pressed my hand to the blood surging from behind his left shoulder. "You're bleeding."

It soaked through his shirt and suit fast. My palm turned sticky and burning hot. The harder I pressed, the more the blood shoved through my fingers like it was fighting me.

My lungs clenched like a fist had grabbed them. I couldn't pull in air.

The firefight hadn't stopped. Bullets tore into metal shelving, the shriek of impacts coming from every direction. Feodor's men closed around us, bodies and guns sealing off every angle.

Kiryan stayed curled over me like a shield—without even holding a weapon.

He'd lived longer than me. He'd seen enough betrayal and death to stay ice-calm in front of a gun. But the second Isabella aimed at me, he hadn't measured distance. He hadn't waited for a safer opening.

He'd just moved.

"Feodor!"

My throat nearly ripped.

Feodor dropped to his knees beside us and yanked Kiryan's coat open to check the wound.

"Stretcher!" he roared over his shoulder. "Get a doctor in here. Now!"

On the other side, Matteo fired toward the exit. He barely took two steps before the return fire drove him back. A few black-clad figures piled on him at once. A tight burst of gunfire went on for seconds—

Then everything went dead quiet.

That war was only a few yards away, and it still felt like it belonged to another world.

Mine had narrowed to the heat draining out beneath my palm.

Kiryan suddenly caught my wrist.

His grip was weak.

"Don't cry."

It wasn't until he said it that I realized tears had been dropping onto his face.

"Shut up." I bent over him, my forehead almost touching his. "Save your strength."

His mouth twitched, like he almost smiled.

Medics charged in with a stretcher and lifted him out of my arms. I clung to his hand, refusing to let go, until Feodor told me the doctors had to stop the bleeding. Only then did I stumble back.

His fingers slid out of my palm.