Headhunter (With Me in Seattle Mafia #2) - Kristen Proby Page 0,33
here? What if they’re both bleeding out there somewhere?”
I can’t just sit here on my hands. I can’t.
I check my weapon and keep it in my hand as I climb the steps to the first floor. I put my hand on the knob and take a long, deep breath.
He’s going to be so mad.
But I need to know that he’s okay.
I bite my lip and turn the knob. When I open the door, I come face-to-face with Shane himself. He’s bleeding. And he’s so pissed.
“What in the fucking hell are you doing?”
Chapter 11
~Ivie~
“Oh, my God.” I collapse against him and hold onto him. “Where are you bleeding? Who was that creep? What happened to him? Is Curt okay? I was worried sick, Shane. All the monitors went blank, and I didn’t know if you were the one who got shot. I didn’t know what to do. I couldn’t just stay down there by myself; I was going crazy.”
“You were supposed to stay put.”
I lean back to look up at him, relieved when there’s no fury in his gorgeous brown eyes. “But what if you were dying?”
“Then you still stay put. There’s nothing you can do if that’s the case.” He wipes a tear I didn’t even know was there from under my eye. He doesn’t look nearly as mad as I expected him to be. “Come on.”
“Where are we going?”
“My bedroom. I need to clean up, and we need to talk about you following orders.”
I sigh, in both relief and defeat, but follow him down the hall to his bedroom and through to the bathroom. He strips out of his shirt, and I gasp at the hole in his arm.
“You were shot!”
“Yeah, it stings like a bitch. Just grazed me, but those hurt worse than the alternative, if you want to know the truth.”
I just stand and stare at him. “Shane.”
He glances up at me as he pulls supplies from a medicine cabinet.
“You were shot.”
“It’s not the first time. Probably not the last. It’s not too bad.”
I shake my head and cross to him, pushing his hands aside as I begin to dress the wound. “Tell me everything.”
“In a second. I don’t want to fight about this anymore, Ivie. I’m not trying to control you or be a douche canoe, as you put it. I’m trying to keep you alive. And if you don’t follow my orders to the letter, you put yourself at risk.”
“I won’t apologize for needing to know if you’re dead or alive.” I look him in the eyes and lean in to kiss his cheek. “I was so scared.” My voice is a whisper. “I knew I’d be okay because you’re here. And even if that asshole had killed you, you’d probably find a way to be a ghost and kick his ass if he tried to put his hands on me. You’ll protect me no matter what, Shane. I needed to know if you were okay.”
“I’m okay.” He tips his forehead against mine. “I had a bad minute when he fought back. You said the screens went black?”
“Yeah, he must have shot the camera. They all went out. But not before I saw him struggle with you, take your gun, and then it went off. I was a mess of nerves.”
“I was afraid that would happen to the monitors. The fucker who wired them did it wrong. I’ll look at them.”
“Forget the monitors. How was he able to surprise you like that?”
“We were laughing at his last name. I didn’t expect him to fight back, honestly. And that’s my fault. I know better than to let my guard down for even a second. We recovered quickly, but the damage was done. It was a stupid mistake, and one I don’t plan to repeat.”
“Is Curt okay?”
“Yes.”
“Is the other guy dead?”
Shane’s eyes are calm. And cold. “Yes.”
I swallow hard and resume dressing his wound, keeping my fingers gentle. “Did you kill him?”
He takes my hand and kisses my knuckles. “I didn’t have to.”
“Curt killed him?”
“He self-terminated,” he replies. “I don’t know who he was. Curt’s running him right now. We found his vehicle on the road where he breached the property. Got a name and some info on him, but I’ve never heard of him before.”
“He was here for me.”
Shane’s hand tightens on mine. “He never admitted to that, but I’m pretty sure he was. He could have been sent in to assassinate me. We’ll know after Curt gets more info.”