Chapter 41
DRAKE
R iley collapsed into a heap at the man’s feet.
I went to help him, but Jonathon Aurora pulled a gun. “I wouldn’t.”
I lifted my hands, preparing an attack. “What do you want?”
“What’s mine.” He shot me in the stomach, then blew out both my kneecaps.
Riley woke up screaming as I hit the floor, the pain a cocoon pinning me to the carpet. I couldn’t breathe, my vision swimming with a million colorful lights. Trapped, cooling with shock.
“Ri…” I tried speaking his name.
“Drake!” he cried. “Drake!”
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