“I’m o-okay.” Enzo grabbed my hand and squeezed. “It’s not so bad.”

“Shut up,” I snapped at him. “Just shut up before you fucking bleed out on my leg.”

Enzo smiled at me, and I almost fell apart. My heart squeezed. He was an idiot. Why the hell had he taken a bullet for me? This was the guy who swore he would murder me if we ever crossed paths again more than once. And yet he’d dove in the way of Rourke’s rage as if it was nothing.

I found the wound and shoved my hand against it. Shifting Enzo slightly, I made sure the bullet had entered and exited. Once I was certain that it had, I sighed in relief. At least it wasn’t lodged in his body. That would be a kind of horror I couldn’t take right now.

Benito and Giancarlo didn’t exist for me. All I could focus on was Enzo. He reached out, his hand gripping mine so tightly it could break. Or maybe I was just more aware of every sensation right now. His hand felt like lead on mine, and the air in the car was stifling with the scent of blood and gunsmoke.

“Stop,” Enzo muttered at me. “You look like shit when you cry.”

I burst out laughing. It was such an unexpected thing to say it took me off guard. The laughter died, and I cried harder. My life was falling apart. The only one that had ever truly seen me was a criminal. I had no idea what anything was anymore.

Enzo’s hand brushed against my cheek. “Breathe,” he said. “It’s okay.”

“Shouldn’t I be telling you that?” I muttered.

“Stop being so fucking stubborn.”

I wanted to wrap my arms around Enzo and never let him go. Even when he was in obvious pain, I could feel how much he worried about me. The crazy, housebreaking, stalking piece of shit cared about me.

Giancarlo moved over and helped me apply pressure. We locked eyes, and he nodded but kept quiet. I wanted to thank him for that. Right now, I couldn’t take anything more than what was in front of me.

“Tex?”

“Yeah?” I asked, clearing my throat so I didn’t sound like such a little bitch.

“We’re almost home.”

Home. Enzo said it so casually as if it meant nothing, but it meant the world to me. My eyes clouded again, and I wanted to curl up on myself and sob where no one could see me. I knew it was part of being in shock, but goddamn, did it hurt.

“Yeah,” I whispered.

I looked out the window of the car as the streets rolled by. We really were heading for his place. I gazed at his brothers. Neither seemed alarmed, and I assumed they’d made medical arrangements.

“We’re almost home,” I whispered back. I gazed up at his brothers again. “I need something I can wrap around his wound.”

Benito took off his jacket and passed it over wordlessly. I tied it around Enzo’s body, pulling it tightly. The smile fell from his face, and a hiss slipped past his lips instead. He narrowed his eyes at me.