Dirty Sexy Alphas (Twenty Book Box Set) - Hannah Ford Page 0,378

be okay,” he said, his voice filled with pain.

Madden wrapped his fingers around the hilt and yanked. I screamed. He swayed on his feet but then seemed to regain himself, dropping the bloody blade to the floor with a clatter.

The short man was watching him with black, cold eyes, like a snake waiting to see if it’s prey was ready to die or not.

Madden suddenly reached out and grabbed the shorter man by the lapels of his coat, pulled his arm back and drove his fist into the man’s face, sending him to the floor. Madden turned toward me. His chest rose and fell with each harsh breath.

“Get out of here,” he said, his breath wheezing. “I’ll handle them.”

The smaller man was trying to get up. His cheek was swollen and his eye was closing already.

I shrieked and pointed when I saw him getting to his feet, terrified of what he might do next.

Madden jumped on top of him and began raising his fist and bringing it down, again and again, crashing into the smaller man’s face.

I screamed again, covering my face to hide the sound and vision of the violence I was seeing.

Finally, it was over.

Madden had collapsed atop the small man and they were both motionless.

There was a pool of blood beneath them, sinking into the edges of the Oriental rug. I moved slowly toward where Madden lay, unconscious now.

My ears rang, and my hand shook as I reached down and pressed two fingers to Madden’s neck.

His skin felt warm but clammy and there was a heartbeat.

Carefully I rolled Madden off the smaller man and onto his back. Madden’s breath was shallow and his eyelids flickered open and closed. His jacket was now soaked with blood.

He needed help or I was afraid he’d die. I had no experience with this sort of thing and the only thing I could think to do was put pressure on the wound like they always did on TV.

I pulled off my cardigan and balled it up, then pushed his jacket aside and set it over his blood soaked shirt. He grunted but his eyes didn’t open. I gingerly reached into the inside pocket of his jacket where I knew he kept his phone. My fingers were coated red when I pulled it out and I wiped them across his jacket while trying not to vomit.

“911, what’s your emergency?” a female voice asked.

“There’s been a stabbing. I think he’s dying,” I babbled. “We need an ambulance. Oh god…there’s blood everywhere. He won’t stop bleeding.”

Madden finally opened his eyes and groaned. “No police,” he murmured before his eyelids fluttered closed. My heart leaped into my throat and I pushed two fingers against his neck again. There was still a pulse.

“Ma’am, what’s your address?” the woman asked.

I froze. Panic built inside me. I had no idea where I was.

“I...I don’t know.” What if Madden died because I didn’t know where he lived? A frustrated sob broke from between my lips. “I don’t know.”

“Do you see a landmark or a street sign?” she asked.

“I’m inside...a house. His house, the man who was stabbed.”

“Does he have ID on him?” she asked calmly. “Something with his address? A driver's license?”

I fumbled inside his pocket again until I found his wallet. Once more blood coated my hand when I pulled it free and lights danced in my eyes. I sucked in several gulps of air. If I fainted, Madden could die.

There were a dozen credit cards and a thick fold of cash inside, but I ignored it all and fished out his license. In his DMV photo, his lips were quirked up in a smirk and my stomach tightened. What if I never saw that arrogant ass smile again?

Tears rolled down my cheeks.

“Ma’am? Are you still on the line?” the calm voice asked.

“It’s...552 Hemlock Grove,” I said quickly.

“Perfect. I’m sending an ambulance now. Is there anyone else who’s hurt?” she asked.

I looked at the two men lying unmoving on the floor next to Madden. God what if they were dead? What if Madden killed them? It was self-defense. They attacked him. If I had to I’d testify to that.

“Yes, there are two others. Men. They attacked my…my fiancé…with a knife and he fought them off, and they’re not moving.”

“Help will be there in just a minute. You’re doing fine Ms…”

“Kinsey. Skylar Kinsey,” I murmured. I reached out and took Madden’s hand. His skin felt clammy. Beads of sweat dotted his forehead.

“Okay Ms. Kinsey, the police have now arrived. You