“Zion, fuck. Zion?” I leaned back and saw crimson on his arm. “He shot you,” I whispered as I moved my gaze from his arm to his eyes.

Eyes that held humor.

What the fuck?

I ground my teeth together and snarled. “The cunt fuckin’ shot you. Made you bleed.” In the next second, I was on my feet. As I strode over, while Death stood with Steve, I spotted his gun on the ground. I picked it up, aimed, and the shot rang out around the room. Curses erupted, Steve cried out and hopped on one foot since the other one had a fucking hole in it.

I moved and got in his face. “You fuckin’ think you can come in here and shoot him? Think again, you motherfuckin’ cunt.” I jabbed my fist into his stomach. He bent forward as much as Death would allow him.

Turning, I handed the gun off to Tech and went back over to Zion, where he was leaning against the wall, his good arm cradling the other. I didn’t register how quiet the room had gone, until Death started barking orders.

The last part I heard, “—get Lucas here to stitch up his brother. We’ll take care of this fucker ourselves.”

I kneeled before Zion and glared at his smile. “You like me,” he muttered.

“Fuck off.”

He chuckled, wincing when it pulled at his arm. “You do. Like a lot.”

“Shut it,” I ordered, then glanced away from his dancing eyes. How could he be so calm about being shot? My gaze landed on Tech, helping Heaven to her feet as she sobbed. He led her out the room, and I saw Death had handed Steve off to someone else as the prick wasn’t in sight and Death was. The brother was looking down at Zion and me while he spoke with Quake.

“We had it under control,” Zion said, and I swung my narrowed gaze his way.

“Under control?” I clipped. “How the fuck was it under control? You got shot, that fucker manhandled Heaven, and he walked in here in the damn first place with a fuckin’ gun.”

He smirked. If he wasn’t injured, I would punch the dick. “As soon as the fucker entered, we were on him. I told Death I wanted to play it out. Death was in the bathroom over there with Quake and Tech, but you might not have seen them storm in since you were all over me.”

I opened my mouth, snapped it closed, and growled under my breath. Zion snorted, then winced. He reached out and ran a hand over my thigh. “Relax. I’m okay. Things worked out.”

I clenched my jaw and then bit out, “If they worked out, you wouldn’t be bleedin’.”

He waved it off. “It’s a flesh wound.”

My head suddenly felt like it was going to explode.

I wanted to throttle him, kiss him, punch him, hug him, and scream at him because there was a fuckload of blood for a flesh wound.