Fatal Attraction (Love Kills Duet #2)

33. Thirty Three

Thirty Three

Perry

“ F uck,” I muttered, walking in the room to find Charlotte unconscious with a massive puddle of sweat beading across her forehead and down her pale face. “Oh, God!”

I had supplies in both hands: tweezers, antiseptics, gauze, and a bunch of other shit I’d snagged from the pharmacy while I was out. Peter was awake, scowling at me as I sat in front of him next to Charlotte and began ripping at her shirt, exposing her wound.

I shot her.

I… I fucking shot her.

This wasn’t supposed to happen!

“I’m so sorry,” I whispered as I examined the damage, knowing I’d fucked up. “This is going to hurt, but I need you to stay with me.”

“She needs a fucking hospital,” my cousin shouted as I began disinfecting her wound, which had Charlotte’s eyes snapping open with an excruciating wail tumbling off her lips, the sound stinging my auricles.

“You have to stay still,” I told her the louder she cried, her chest heaving. “I’m trying to help you.”

“Don’t fucking touch me,” she weakly snapped. “Go to HELL!”

“This is all your fucking fault,” I screeched, launching to my feet as I glared murderously at my cousin. “None of this would’ve happened if you’d just minded your fucking business!”

“Are you fucking serious right now?” he scoffed. “You kidnapped her, you sick fuck!”

My fist launched back and smashed him between the eyes, knocking his head back. I hit him again, then inflicted a vicious kick that sent him teetering to the floor, breaking two of the legs on the chair.

“PETER!” Charlotte cried. “PETER!”

“Shut up,” I snapped at her, scuffling my fingers through my hair and tugging hard as I began frantically pacing. “FUCK!” I rushed back to her side, heaving in calm breaths as I picked back up where I left off. “This is going to hurt,” I told her as I picked up a large set of tweezers, opening up a bottle of alcohol to disinfect it.

“Fuck no,” she protested, weakly shaking her head. “I refuse.”

“It’s either this, or you die.”

“Take me to the hospital,” she pleaded, her wet eyes blown as he stared desperately at me. “Please. I-I promise I won’t tell them it was you.”

“Listen to her,” Peter helplessly whimpered from the floor. “Please, Perry.”

I ignored him and approached Charlotte despite her screaming, aiming the sharp ends toward her wound. With one hand, I held her back against the headboard, then sunk the metal in, wincing as she screamed and wailed until her eyes fluttered shut, the pain forcing her to pass out. I ground my teeth as Peter called me every foul name he could spit out, and then dug the tool in deeper as I searched for the bullet, swearing loudly when I couldn’t find it. More blood spilled from her wound and in just a matter of seconds she’d grown impossibly paler.

My hands shook as I removed the tweezers and stood tall, dropping them.

She was going to die.

Goddamnit she was going to die!

In a burst of fury, I ambled over to Peter, stomping him over and over again until he cried out, blood seeping from his mouth.

This was his fucking fault .

If he hadn’t stuck his nose where it didn’t belong, none of this would be happening right now.

“Fuck,” I breathed out, tears filling my eyes.

She needed help.

But taking her to the hospital would expose me, and now that Peter was here too, it made things twice as complicated.

I had to make a choice.

Her, or him.

I wouldn’t be the slightest bit upset if Peter died, but if I lost Charlotte…

Fuck.

“You better keep your word,” I whispered as I fetched the keys out of my back pocket and unlocked her left wrist, moving on the right. “I’m taking you to the hospital.”

I cradled her unconscious face as her arms fell against the bed.

“But just know that by the time you’re out, both of your lovers will be dead. That is a fucking promise.”

With a weak grunt, I hauled Charlotte up in my arms and walked out the door.