"Lover At Last" - читать интересную книгу автора (Ward, J.R.)

Blay got out his phone and dialed. When Manny Manello answered, there was no time to be wasted. тАЬWe have a Brother down. Gunshot to the chestтАФтАЭ

тАЬWait!тАЭ

ZтАЩs voice was a surprise. And so was the BrotherтАЩs arm shooting up and shoving Rhage to the side. тАЬWill you get off me!тАЭ

тАЬBut IтАЩm giving you CPRтАФтАЭ

тАЬI will die before kissing you, Hollywood.тАЭ Z tried to sit up, his breathing heavy. тАЬDonтАЩt even think about it.тАЭ

тАЬHello?тАЭ ManelloтАЩs voice came through the phone. тАЬBlay?тАЭ

тАЬHold onтАФтАЭ

Qhuinn dropped to his knees next to Zsadist, and in spite of the fact that the Brother didnтАЩt like to be touched, took hold under one armpit and helped the male get his torso off the snow.

тАЬI have the clinic on the line,тАЭ Blay said. тАЬWhatтАЩs your status?тАЭ

In reply, Z reached up and unhinged his dagger holster. Then he dragged down the zipper of his leather jacket and ripped his white T-shirt in half.

To reveal the most beautiful bulletproof vest Blay had ever seen.

Rhage sagged in reliefтАФto the point that Qhuinn had to catch him with his free hand and keep the guy off the ground, too.

тАЬKevlar,тАЭ Blay mumbled to Manello. тАЬOh, thank God, heтАЩs wearing Kevlar.тАЭ

тАЬThatтАЩs greatтАФbut listen, I need you to take the vest off and check to see if it held the bullet, тАЩkay?тАЭ

тАЬRoger that.тАЭ He glanced over at John and was glad to find the guy up on his feet, two guns out straight, eyes scanning the environs while the rest of them assessed the situation. тАЬIтАЩll take care of it.тАЭ

Blay shuffled over and crouched down in front of the Brother. Qhuinn might have had the balls to make contact with Zsadist, but he wasnтАЩt going to do that without express permission.

тАЬDr. Manello wants to know if you can remove the vest so we can see if there was any injury?тАЭ

Z jerked his arms, and then frowned. Appeared to give things another try. After a third attempt, the BrotherтАЩs hands managed to lift as high as the Velcro straps, but they couldnтАЩt seem to do much.

Blay swallowed hard. тАЬMay I take care of it? I promise not to touch you as much as possible.тАЭ

Great grammar there. But he was serious.

ZтАЩs eyes lifted to his. They were black from pain, not yellow. тАЬDo what you have to, son. IтАЩll keep it tight.тАЭ

The Brother looked away, his face screwed down hard into a grimace, the scar that made an S-curve from the bridge of his nose to the corner of his mouth standing out in harsh relief.

With a stern lecture, Blay ordered his hands to be steady and sure, and the message was somehow carried out: He tore apart the fastening strips at the shoulders, the rips louder than the screaming in his head, and then peeled off the vest, terrified of what he was going to find.

There was a big round patch directly in the center of ZтАЩs broad, muscled chest. Right where the heart was.

But it was a bruise. Not a hole.