Eye for an Eye (Take a Chance #2)- Lisa Helen Gray Page 0,18
a guy pushes her into Reid’s arms before getting on his bike.
Just before we close in, he lifts up his hand, flashing a knife. “This is your last warning,” he yells, before riding off.
“Fuck!” Jaxon roars, before heading towards Lily. “Are you okay? Did he hurt you?” He pauses, taking a moment to inhale deeply and glare over at Reid. “Why the fuck was you not watching her?”
“I was,” he snaps, before staggering backwards.
“Holy fuck,” I whisper, seeing blood seep through his T-shirt, soaking his jeans as it trickles down his stomach.
I run over, lifting his T-shirt up to find a stab wound. I want to vomit, but I force it down, taking a closer look. I can’t be sure, but I don’t think it’s life-threatening. Although, it’s definitely going to need stiches.
“I was startled, and he grabbed her. I tried,” he growls, falling to his knees on the ground.
I rip my shirt off, pressing it against the wound as me and Eli gently lie him down on the grass. “It’s not life-threatening but it will need stiches,” I grit out.
“Aww, you just wanted to get naked in front of me really,” Reid sasses, before inhaling sharply.
My eyebrows pinch together. “Yes, Reid, that’s exactly what my life goals are right now.”
“Don’t tell anyone,” he whispers, his eyes rolling to the back of his head.
“Tell anyone what?” I hiss, shaking him.
“That I passed out.”
“You aren’t going to pass out,” I bark, right as his head falls to the side.
Eli laughs as he kneels next to me, lifting Reid until his head is off the ground and resting on his leg. “I’ve dropped my phone somewhere. Someone take a picture.”
“You can’t do that,” Lily whispers, looking appalled. “He saved my life.”
The clicking of a picture being taken has everyone turning to me. “What? He would do it to us,” I mutter, saving it to my email in case one of them try to delete it, or Reid does later.
“Tag me when you put it up on Facebook,” Eli orders, chuckling, but then his eyes darken down at our brother.
“You might want to hide that knife with the blood on it,” Tim announces, staggering over, clutching his ribs.
Jaxon, as if only now realising it, holds the bloody knife up.
“Why do you have a bloody knife?” Lily asks, her bottom lip trembling. “Are you hurt? Are you okay? Oh my God, did they stab you?”
“Lily, breathe. I took it off one of the guys,” he explains, missing out the part that he took it out after stabbing him with it.
“Let me see? You have blood on you. Oh my God. Oh my God,” she chants, right as the Carter’s and my sister come running up the garden.
“Lily,” Maddox yells, and her pale face turns towards the sound, right as she begins to sway.
“I feel funny,” she whispers, right before she collapses. Jaxon catches her before she can fall to the ground. He gently lays her on the grass, keeping her tucked to his chest.
“Is she okay?” Maddox yells, kneeling beside them.
“She’s just in shock and passed out.”
“And what the fuck happened to him?” Hayden asks, using the toe of her boot to nudge Reid.
I lift my head, staring into her eyes. “Aww, you do care.”
Her lips twist into a snarl. “I don’t. But if he survives, I want his blood for the voodoo doll. There’s no point if he’s going to bleed out now. It would just be creepy.”
Chuckling, I watch as Hope kneels on the other side of Reid, her hands hovering over mine where they are pressing the T-shirt against the wound. “May I?”
I give a short nod, letting go and sitting back on my heels. There was a time we couldn’t trust ourselves to be in the same room as the Carter’s, now they are a part of our lives, whether we like it or not. If someone had told me a year ago that we would be this close to the Carter’s, I would have laughed. And as much as I’d never admit it to them, I don’t actually mind. The guys have their moments, but the girls are okay. Well, all except Hayden and Charlotte. Those two are nuts.
“It’s deep enough to need stiches but not deep enough to cause any internal damage. Is Charlotte back with the paramedics?” Hope asks, glancing up at Hayden.
She pouts, crossing her arms over her chest. “Can I not stitch him up? I owe him, payback for…”