Riley's POV
I threw myself at them and knocked Mateo to the ground.
Ezra had just fired his gun a second ago, and the bullet grazed my shoulder, leaving a searing pain behind.
"Riley!!!" Ezra snarled.
I hit the ground, gasping for air. Before I could pull myself up, a pair of strong hands grabbed me and yanked me into a firm embrace.
" Riley! Are you alright?" He cupped my face, staring intently at me. Shock, anger, worry, and pain flashed through his eyes quickly as his hand pressed against my wound. His hand was shaking.
"Yeah, I'm alright," I said weakly.
Then his anger flared.
"What the f**k were you thinking?!" he roared, his furious voice echoing through the hospital courtyard. "That bullet could have gone through your f*****g head! I could have gotten you killed!!!"
I could
