Lorenzo frantically pressed his shaking hands on the wound. Her shirt was already soaked in blood, he could feel the warmth of it as it slipped through his fingers.
“Abigail, you are going to be ok. I promise you are going to be ok.” At that point in time he wasn’t sure exactly who he was trying to reassure, himself or her?
His words drew the attention of the other men. Edward couldn’t move from where he held Trey who was equally in a bad state.
Trick tried to come over but the moment Lorenzo saw his intention he ordered him to remain on guard at the door. They couldn’t take chances.
“I think I saw the helicopter through the window on the helipad,” Edward quickly told them. His mind was already putting things together. “We have to get them to a hospital right now.”
Lorenzo would have
