“I should put a bullet in your other shoulder,” Lorenzo bellowed across the luxurious and brightly decorated living room of the penthouse, which was Edward’s home.
Jaxson twitched at the threat.
Gabriel immediately stopped what he was doing. He had Jaxson seated on a dining room chair. On the table were all the medical apparatus he needed to extract the bullet from Jaxson’s shoulder. A pair of forceps was right at the entry of Jaxson’s wound.
“Stop twitching,” Gabriel said quietly. He took a breath, waiting for Jaxson to relax before he moved the forceps closer, ready to dig into the wound for the bullet.
“What the f**k were you thinking? I told you, men like Niko, don’t talk! Did you think I was just bubbling bullshit for the sake of it?”
“I needed to try something,” Jaxson respon
