NICO HAS BEEN SHOT
The sound of the gunshot reverberates through the dim basement, and a gasp flies out of my lips, my eyes widening when blood begins to spill out of the injury on his shoulder.
“Jesus,” I whisper immediately, my palms flying to his shoulder to put pressure on the injury. “Are-are you okay?”
“Okay is an understatement, Cuz,” Nico says, his lips tugging into a smile, and I almost punch him for playing around with me.
“This is not the time to be sarcastic, i***t,” I glare at him.
“Well, how could you ask me such a question?” He grunts, trying to adjust his body against the wall. “Who even did — Jesus, it’s your husband.”
My head whips back, and my eyes widen further when they meet Dmitry’s. From where I am, I can’t make out the green in his eyes, but the intense, angr
