Page 13 of Poison and Wine
She may have bitten and shot me, but she was still mine and only mine.
Quinn tossed the syringe in his hand to the ground before glancing around the courtyard. “Where the fuck is Dare?”
I opened my mouth to reply, but a grunt from over my shoulder silenced me. “I’m here,” he gritted out as he limped over to us. He held a small bag in one of his hands. I imagined it was filled with some of Caterina’s possessions.
“Did she shoot you, too?” Quinn questioned.
“I think I would’ve fancied it more than her jabbing a broomstick repeatedly against my cock and balls,” Dare replied through gritted teeth.
Quinn winced and cupped himself. “Jesus Christ.”
I shook my head. “Look, we gotta get the hell out of here before the other sisters see us.” I motioned to Caterina’s crumpled form. “Quinn, I need you to carry her because I don’t think Dare nor I have it in us.”
When he hesitated, I clapped my hand on his shoulder. “I wouldn’t ask this of you if it wasn’t absolutely necessary.”
After staring down at Caterina for a few moments, Quinn finally nodded. Since the car bombing, he could barely tolerate anyone being too close to him or touching him. I truly hated to put him in that position.
Under my intense gaze, Quinn gently brought Caterina into his arms. I then texted Kellan to bring around the car. At the sight of us coming through the gates, Kellan hopped out of the SUV. As he jogged around the front of the hood, he asked, “What the fuck happened to you all?”
I scowled at him. “What the hell does it look like?”
“It looks like someone beat the hell out of Dare and shot you.”
“Yeah, that pretty much sums it up.”
“Was there some sort of militant opposition our intel didn’t include?” Kellan asked.
Dare snorted. “It was only a ripshit future nun.”
Kellan’s brows shot into his hairline. “She shot you, Callum?”
“The bullet only grazed my thigh.”
“He’s lucky I tackled her, or she probably would’ve blown his dick right off,” Dare quipped.
I rolled my eyes at him. “I think I had the situation under control.”
“Sure, mate,” Dare replied before hoisting himself into the backseat.
Kellan winced. “Christ on a cross, Dare. You manhandled a nun?”
“It wouldn’t have mattered if it was Mary Magdalene herself—she had a gun on Callum.”
Shifting his gaze from Dare in the backseat, Kellan apprised Caterina in Quinn’s arms. “Did you knock her unconscious when you tackled her?”
“No. We had to give her ketamine because she wouldn’t stop fighting us.”
As Kellan gave me a disapproving look, I jerked my chin at the passenger seat. “Save your judgment and help me in the car.”
“Hell must be freezing over for you to ask for help,” he quipped.
“Fuck you,” I muttered under my breath. Once Kellan had helped me onto the seat, I threw a glance in the back. Quinn delicately sat Caterina in the seat between him and Dare. Once she was upright, her head lolled over onto Dare’s shoulder. With a hiss, he shoved her harshly away, causing her to whimper. Red criss crossed through my vision.
As a low growl came from deep within my chest, both Dare’s and Quinn’s eyes popped wide. “Do not hurt my future wife,” I blared.
Dare held his hands up in surrender. “I’m sorry. I’m still a little pissed with her for potentially damaging my family jewels.”
“It has nothing to do with you, asshole. She was merely defending herself.”