Dos’ Point of View
“June!! Wake up! Damn it!”
I kept tapping her cheek—gently at first, then harder, more desperate—each slap against her pale skin echoing the sheer terror in my chest. Her eyes wouldn’t open. Her body was limp, her head lolling sideways like a ragdoll in my arms.
And the blood… It wouldn’t stop.
It gushed out from the bullet wound on her side, soaking through my coat as I pressed it tightly against her. My hands were shaking, stained red. No matter how hard I pressed, how much I whispered her name—nothing. No movement. No sound.
Just silence.
“s**t! This is bad, Dos! We need to get her to the hospital, now! She’s losing too much blood!” Daniel’s voice cracked as he steered the getaway boat with trembling hands, the motor roaring against the crashing waves.
I couldn
