Chapter 22
JAY
Rafael and his thugs had bolted, their car screeching off. Kneeling on the sidewalk, I held Maggie in my arms. Her gaze darted around, she gasped for breath. Blood seeped from her arm, below the sleeve of her t-shirt.
I put one hand on her cheek. “Maggie. Look at me.”
“I’ve been shot, haven’t I? Have I been shot? Ohmygosh, I’ve been shot.”
I whipped off my shirt. “It’s not that bad, but we should get it looked at.” It seemed like the bullet had only grazed her skin. “I think you’re going into shock.”
“You’re not that good-looking,” she mumbled, her eyes on my chest.
I held in a smile, wrapping my shirt around her arm, tightening it just above the wound, then using the rest to try and stop the bleeding.
“Hold here,” I said. She pressed the shirt into the wound and his
