I gasped in shock when Jack stumbled into the lounge with his arms wrapped around a nearly unconscious Hampson. "s**t!" Blake cursed and bolted up from the sofa and helped Jack support Hampson's weight. They were both covered in blood, however where Jack was standing Hampson was not. "What the f**k happened?"
"It was a set up!" Jack exclaimed. "We were outnumbered."
"What are his injuries?" I demanded, jumping up from the sofa.
"He's been shot twice, in the leg and stomach," Jack said and I noticed a dark patch of blood on his arm.
"And you?"
"Flesh wound, it went in and out, I'm not the one that needs worrying about," Jack said dismissively.
"Get Hampson into the kitchen!" I ordered. "Mason, swap with Jack. Jack, sit down now and put pressure on your wound."
Jack looked like he wan
