Chapter 18

Chapter 18

Michael,

I watched my brother as he kept pacing the vast living room on the first floor of the mansion as someone took care of my wounds.

They weren’t a lot, a couple of cuts on my back and just a small hit on one of my temples, as I said nothing serious but they kept fussing about it.

I looked to my right and frowned when I saw someone else was tending to Sergey, who looked worse than me.

The man was fighting for his own life, but at the same time he tried to protect me, so he was open to a couple of stupid attacks. but he just kept on focusing on protecting me rather than himself.

I gritted my teeth when I saw the cuts that littered his chest and thighs. There was also a clean gunshot hole in his left arm.

The bullet went through the flesh and came out clean, fortunately. But the damn thing didn’t stop bleeding and each time I tried to help, he would glare at me and order me to sit.

It got on my nerves because I felt like a little spoiled kid who did something wrong and t