Page 110 of Sinful Wrath

“Papa!” I scream as I race toward the front door.

But before I can cross the threshold, arms are around me, holding me back as dozens of guards start to storm the grounds.

More gunfire echoes in the air, but I can barely hear it over the sounds of my screams as I stare at my father’s still body, the pool of blood surrounding him growing larger with each second that passes.

He’s dying, and I can’t get to him.

“Let me go!” I scream, trying to push against the hard body behind me.

I glance down and let out a strangled sob at the tattooed hands around my waist. “Mikhail, let mego!”

“I can’t do that.” He tightens his hold on me.

With each second that passes, my father gets closer to death.

I have to get to him before it’s too late.

“Let me go!” I sob, trying to pull against Mikhail, but he doesn’t listen.

I go to scream again, but there’s a loud commotion and more gunfire.

Mikhail hauls me back inside the house, placing a hand over my mouth to muffle my screams as all hell breaks loose.

Two of our guards appear, their faces smeared withblood as they drag a half-dead man between them who looks to have multiple bullet wounds in his legs.

“Get him tied up, now!” Alexei orders as he jogs in behind them. He glances to his right and spots Mikhail and me. “Let’s go Mikhail before this fucker bleeds out, and we lose our lead.”

Mikhail’s grip falters for a moment, and I take the opportunity to break free from his hold and sprint out of the house and down the steps toward my father’s bleeding body.

“No, no,no!” I cry as I collapse beside him.

There’s so much blood, and it doesn’t seem to be clotting. There’re at least three bullets in his chest and more blood seems to be pooling around his head from a significant wound to the side of his skull.

He’s going to die if I don’t get him to a hospital soon.

“Someone call an ambulance!” I yell, holding my hand over one of the bullet wounds in his chest. “Please! Help him!”

I look back to the house to see Mikhail sprinting toward me.

“He’s dying,” I sob as he crouches beside me. “You have to help him.Mikhail?—”

I collapse on top of my father, clinging to his blood-soaked shirt as my body trembles.

“The ambulance will be here any second.” Mikhail rests a hand on my back.

His touch feels strange, but I don’t push him away. I need his heat, his presence.

As much as I should push him away, right now, all I care about is saving my father’s life.

Sirens blare nearby but already my father looks pale, hischest barely rising with each breath, and I fear they might be too late.

“Oh god.” I cling to my father.

Mikhail keeps a hand on my lower back as we watch the ambulance race down the drive toward us. As soon as the back doors open, and the medics come rushing out, Mikhail grabs me around the waist and hauls me off my father.

“No!” I scream, clawing at his arms.

“You need to let them work.”