Don’t ask me to lose anyone else tonight. I can’t.

“Follow me,” Benito said. “Move fast. Help him, Gin.”

Together with Giancarlo, we moved Enzo through the warehouse. Benito moved one of the huge boxes and pointed at a trapdoor in the floor.

“Go. They’ll lead us outside.”

Nodding, I moved out of the way as they wrestled with the heavy door. My eyes went to Rourke. He stayed on the ground, a crumpled, bloody mess. All of his limbs were at odd angles. The whites of his eyes stood stark against all the blood, staring up at the ceiling.

My stomach turned. He’d been close to killing me, and I still couldn’t hate him. Why? I wanted to shake him and ask why the fuck he’d betray me like this. Had it always been there, his hate? Or did it develop slowly when I wasn’t looking? My throat clogged, but there were no tears. I recognized the shock that had settled over me, turning me cold. Later, I knew there was a floodgate waiting. One that would break as I mourned the man I thought I knew.

“Tex.”

My attention snapped back to Enzo. His eyes were glazed, and he looked pale, like he was going to pass out. I couldn’t even tell where the blood was coming from. My heart sped up, everything else forgotten except for him.

“I’m right here. Enzo, I’ve got you.”

He held onto me as we descended the stairs. Above, I could hear the voice of my Sargeant. However, I wasn’t going to turn back. I’d made my decision.

Enzo was the most important thing in my life. I only wanted to focus on him.

I ripped open Enzo’s shirt and searched for the wound. There was so much blood it was like a curtain, obscuring my view and hiding where he was injured. Frustration fueled my irritation, and I looked more closely.

“Do you know what you’re doing?” Benito asked.

“Fuck off!” I snapped.

Benito’s eyes darkened. “Watch yourself.”

“You think I give a fuck about what you can do to me right now?” I stared through Benito like he was nothing. I’d never shaken so badly in my life. The only thing I gave a damn about was Enzo. “I just had my friend, a good friend, threaten to fucking kill me. He put a gun up to my head.” I shivered. “Now he’s dead…”

Emotions stole my next words, clogging up my throat as tears spilled down my cheeks. The shock was still there, keeping me safe from the reality of the situation. But I could feel it coming on, that nasty truth that was waiting to rip me open and tear me into tiny little shreds.

“The only thing I give a fuck about right now is him,” I said, nodding to Enzo. “He’s all I’ve got left.”

The world hammered at my door; my friend had been stomped to death, my job was more than likely gone, and Enzo was bleeding on the expensive, dark leather of his brother’s imported goddamn car. It was like I was living in some fucked up nightmare.