Chapter 124

I turned on my heel, pressing a hand over where my bullet wound should have been. My mind reeled, but my body instinctively knew what to do as I stumbled over to Kieran, who lay on the cement floor. Ethan was hunched over him, tearing the clothes from a dead member of Maverick’s inner circle, a middle-aged man with greying hair and a scar above his lip. The thousand-dollar suit jacket was soaked in Kieran’s blood as Ethan pressed it tightly against his chest, trying to stem the flow. The blood pumped out with each ragged heartbeat.