My Mafia King (under major editing)

14.

A/N:Okay listen to me, y'all are amazing. Last time I updated I had barley broken 200 reads now I'm over 300. I never expected all of this and it makes me so so SO happy to get all the votes and people adding my story to their library, it's just crazy. I love you all, also I want to ask that all you start commenting and yeah.... I would just love to read the comments and things y'all think of my book.

Also sry for taking so long to update I don't really have and excuse

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Ian's pov
Here I go, off to risk my life again. We pull up to the docks and get out. Diego standing there with like five other guys, I glance to see a lump in his waist band, a gun. Luckily I have mine too, I nod in his direction and he nods back. As if a silent agreement has been made we approach.

"So do you have the stuff?" I ask sternly. He nods and looks over to a guy holding a suitcase.

The man opens the case to a bunch of test tubes with black liquid.

"Do you mind if we make sure it's legit?" I ask and he smirks.

"Sure go ahead." He says, I can feel it in my gut something about this wasn't right.

"Aye, Rico give them the case." He says and the man, now known as Rico, sets the case down I bend down to grab a tube but, before I could something pushes me and I hear a loud BANG.

I look over to see jay, he had basically tackled me.

Then I feel the shooting pain in my shoulder, I wince. Jay and I stand and. Grip my shoulder. I see Diego and his men and my men all have their guns pulled. Ready to shoot any second.

I limp back to the car and whistle, with that I hear gun shots and grunts as Diego's men hit the ground.

I really didn't want to have to do this.

Why couldn't he just be civilized? He shot me in the fucking shoulder.

As I lay hunched over in my seat the pain running as quickly as the blood gushing from the shot. my adrenaline starting to wear off as I sit there. Then I look up to see them coming back to the car. Relatively uninjured except for emmet who took a shot through his forearm.

They get in the car. "Emmet take off your shirt and let Simon help you tie it around your upper arm, it should help limit the blood loss." I say.

After that I start to drift in and out of consensus, until we somehow end up in the infirmary back at the house.

I look over to see crystal.

Crystal's pov
This isn't the first time I've had to deal with a gun shot wound, my dad used to come home with them.

"Okay someone get me sterile thread and a needle, also Ian needs fluids so get me a saline bag and does anyone know his blood type." I say and jay hands me the needle and thread.

"He's AB positive." Mark says and runs out of the room, hopefully to get blood or something helpful, but what really are the odds they have blood here.

I turn my attention to Ian's wound while Simon tends to Emmet.

I move the sleeve of his shirt out of the way. "I need rubbing alcohol or something to clean the wound with." I state.

Jay hands me the rubbing alcohol and a few clean rags, I pour the alcohol on the first rag and dab the shot clean.

It fizzles a lot, shit I really hope this doesn't get infected.

When the bubbles subside I dry the area with another rag. Then I thread the needle and take a deep breath, luckily Ian isn't conscious for this.

I stitch up the first side then jay helps me flip him over so that I can clean and stitch up the exit wound. I do and then finally Mark comes back with everything I need, an IV stand, and the blood and saline bags. We hook him up and exit the room.

I hope he's okay he lost a lot of blood.