“The key to the cuffs.” I motion with my head toward Bruno. “Tie something around his leg and call Maxim to have someone pick him up and deliver him to the don.”
Denis finds the handcuffs keys in one of Bruno’s pockets and rushes to unlock the cuffs for me.
“We need to get you to the hospital, boss,” he whispers.
“No. Let’s go to Doc’s. I’m not going to a hospital with a gunshot wound unless it’s necessary. We’re taking your car.”
“Why it’s always my car when transporting vomiting or bleeding passengers?” Denis mumbles while he’s calling Maxim.
I place a finger under Bianca’s chin and raise her head. “Are you okay, dusha moya?”
She takes my hand and places it on the shirt she’s been pressing into my shoulder, cups my face with her hands, and kisses me.
“No. But I will be.” Sh
