"What the f**k are you doing?"
I groan in pain as my fingers probe my tender wound. Clenching my eyes shut, I remove the bullet from my body and throw it on the floor. Pulling my jacket closed, I place my hand firmly over the wound while taking deep breaths. The car speeds down the street and I can't help but frown. "You should've left it. It's going to get infected."
"Shut the f**k up."
"Owen-"
"It's Mr. Carter," I snap angrily. "I am your boss. When I tell you to do something, you do it. So shut the f**k up."
My men don't treat me like they used to. I've gone soft and they all know it. All because of her. Reluctantly, I look towards her. She is asleep in Dominic's arms, looking weak and fragile. She didn't deserve this.
I force myself to look away from her as we pull into the drive
