Jade lets out a strangled scream, her hands flying to her mouth as she sees Mayhem's shirt, soaked entirely in dark blood across his chest and arms. "Mayhem! Oh God, are you–”
"It's not mine, babe," Mayhem grunts, his lungs heaving as he and Dad haul Bishop's heavy frame down the corridor. "Get the lights up! Get the tables clear!"
We retreat instantly, backing out of the hallway like ghost-scared shadows as the men burst into the living room. The quiet, pristine penthouse is instantly transformed into a bloody, high-stakes emergency room.
"Hammer, grab the floor lamps, angle them over the sofa,” Stitch orders, dropping his medical bag onto the coffee table with a loud, metallic clatter of instruments. He pulls a heavy pair of trauma shears from his vest and cuts straight through the re
