Book two of 'The Vengeance Duology'
Five years ago, the lads and I made the biggest mistake of our lives-a reckless decision that shattered everything.
We destroyed what mattered most, but my deepest regret is how much I hurt her.
Every moment of pa...
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"Stay with me, Alessio!" I shout, my voice cracking as I watch him close his eyes, his face contorted in pain. Blood seeps through his shirt, and my heart pounds in my chest.
"Lucas, drive faster!" I yell, panic making my voice sharper than I intend. I glance at Lucas, his knuckles white on the steering wheel as he floors the accelerator.
"Alessio, come on, man, don't give up!" I shout again, my hands trembling as I check his pulse.
Nothing.
"Fuck!" I curse under my breath, panic surging through me like an electric shock. My hands automatically move to start chest compressions. One, two, three. "Come on, come on," I plead, my voice desperate.
I can hear Lucas cursing under his breath as the car swerves, tires screeching. Every second feels like an eternity as I press down on Alessio's chest. He's pale, too pale, and I can't help the cold fear creeping into my bones.
"Don't you dare die on me!" I growl, pushing harder, trying to focus on the rhythm, trying to keep the panic from completely swallowing me.
Alessio's lifeless body feels heavy beneath my hands.
"You still haven't got Valentina back!" I shout, my voice shaking as I push down harder on Alessio's chest. My hands are trembling, covered in his blood, but I can't stop. "This is not how this ends, Alessio! Wake the fuck up!" I yell, my desperation rising with every word.
Lucas glances back at us for a split second, his eyes filled with panic. "Hold on, Alessio. We're almost there!" he yells over the sound of the engine roaring, his foot pressed all the way down on the gas.
But I can't wait. Alessio's pulse is gone, his face slack, and all I can hear is my own heart pounding in my ears. "Come on, man!" I keep shouting, my voice hoarse, as I keep going with the compressions.
I check his pulse again, and suddenly, I feel it—faint, but there. "Come on," I whisper, my head pressed against his chest. His heart's beating again. Relief floods through me, but we're not out of this yet.
Lucas pulls up to the hospital, the same one we were at barely two weeks ago. "Just a little longer, man," I say, glancing at Alessio's pale face. The moment the car stops, the back door swings open, and doctors, nurses, and even his bodyguards rush toward us. These are people who've worked for him, seen him at his best, and now they're all terrified.
"He's got a pulse!" I shout, and a bodyguard moves quickly, lifting Alessio out of the car and onto a stretcher. The doctors take over, wheeling him inside, and I follow close behind, refusing to leave him alone.
I glance up as two other cars screech to a stop—a Bugatti and a Ferrari. Nicco, Gio, and Estelle jump out, their faces a mix of panic and fury.
"What the fuck happened?!" Nicco shouts, storming over.
