“If someone doesn’t tell me where the fuck my girl is in the next ten seconds, I’m cutting Christmas bonuses,”

My words are harsh as I speak through gritted teeth, looking at my guys scattered around the room nervously watching me and sharing glances with each other. I’m laying back on my couch, a white sheet the only thing keeping me from bleeding directly onto the expensive leather.

It was supposed to an easy night, just unloading a new shipment at one of our warehouses while I supervised inventory, until we got ambushed by another group. Normally we’re very high skilled and ready for anything, but they were prepared with way more guys than us. We were simply outnumbered, and that angered me more than the three stab wounds in my abdomen.

I know I’ll be perfectly fine. I have a doctor I pay under the table to help me from home during situation like this, so I don’t have to bother with hospitals and records and paper trails. He said I’ll be fine after a few stitches, so I’m just holding some gauze over it while he gets whatever he needs ready. I’m fine.

I just want to know if anyone’s called you yet and when the hell I’ll have you here.