LOGAN
The moment Kane fired the bullet at Ryder, I fired my weapon.
Hunter did the same.
But we were too late.
He threw himself toward the window and disappeared over the edge before any of our bullets could reach him.
“f**k!”
Hunter rushed toward the window, leaning out as he fired several more shots after him. “I’ll get the bastard!”
I barely heard him.
My entire attention was on Ryder.
I dropped to my knees beside him, my heart nearly stopping at the sight of blood spreading across his shirt. His body lay limp against the floor, his breathing shallow and uneven.
“Ryder!”
I yanked off my jacket and pressed it firmly against the gunshot wound on his chest.
Blood immediately soaked through the fabric.
“Stay with me,” I ordered, applying more pressure. “Ryder, f*****g stay with
