Chapter Ninety-Three

Tucking her gun in her waistband, Lena ran to help her daughter. Kenzie was pinned under Viktor Kulakov’s body. He’d been hit in the back of the head.

She pulled Kenzie out from under the heap and turned her so she wouldn’t see either of the men who were now dead, lying in pools of blood.

“Mama,” her daughter sobbed and held onto her neck with all the strength in her little body.

Lena didn’t mind, even if it did make it difficult to breathe.

She carried her daughter back to where Dane was sitting on the dock looking like a storm cloud.

“Are you okay?” she asked with a frown.

“I was shot in the same leg,” he growled. “Can you believe it?”

She gasped in surprise. He hadn’t so much as moaned in pain. She hadn’t even realized he’d been shot.

Sure enough, his thigh was covered in blood. She could see now in the light from the end of the dock.

There was a lot of blood, but she could tell it wasn’t gushing as one would expect if the bullet had hit an artery. The fact he was shot in the same place might be a good thing…since he had survived being shot there before. Her reasoning wasn’t medically sound, but it kept her from freaking out.

The wound looked as though it hurt like a bitch. Yet, he was smiling at her daughter, who was clinging to Lena like a baby monkey.

“Hi, Kenzie. I’m so glad you’re okay,” he said. But his words slurred, his head leaned to the side, and his eyelids drooped shut.