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“Dead,” he replies in a cold tone.
Dammit.
“Move; I’ll cover for you,” he adds.
Daniel begins to shoot using both hands, buying me enough time to run into the warehouse.
He tries to meet me in the warehouse and gets shot in the right arm midway. He grunts in pain, dropping the gun in his right hand.
“Daniel!” I yell as I race back out to help him up.
“Fanculo (Fuck),” he grunts as another bullet meets his left shoulder.
I kill the shooter with one bullet straight to his chest. “Daniel, fuck.”
He groans as I hold him from dropping to the ground. I wrap his arm around my shoulder, taking shots with my other arm.
Daniel groans with blood gushing from his bullet wounds as I help him into the warehouse. His breath has gotten heavier, grunting as I set him on the ground.
“You're losing a lot of blood,” I say, hearing the gunshots draw closer.
“Go Ale. I’ll hold them off for as long as I can,” Daniel breathes.
“Shut the fuck up.” I take his wounded arm and tear off the material of his shirt.
“Arghh.”
His shirt is soaked with blood. I wrap the torn piece around the bullet wound and repeat the process.
“I’m going to grab the car keys. Stay the fuck alive.”
I run to my office and hurriedly grab the keys and phone on the wooden table. Daniel’s eyes flutter as I return to see him sprawled on the ground.
“We’ll take the back door,” I lift him up and wrap his arm around my shoulder.
My shirt is stained with his blood.
The front door slams open as we reach the other exit.
“Come out, bastardo (bastard)!” a voice echoes.
Daniel is falling unconscious as I slip him into the back seat of my car. A bullet winces past me as I try to open the door to the driver’s seat.
“Figlio di puttana (Son of a bitch),” I grunt. I bend as another bullet flies in my direction. I begin to shoot in the shooter’s direction, hastily slipping into the car.
I start the engine quickly and zoom off as fast as I can.
A couple of bullets are fired as I drive. One pierces through the rear window, creating a hole in it.
I make a quick turn onto another street, terrified as I look back to see Daniel’s eyes slowly shutting.
“Daniel.” I look at the road, then back at him.
“Daniel! Fucking answer me!”
He doesn’t respond. Hitting the steering wheel angrily with my palm, I curse under my breath.
My phone vibrates in my pocket, which pisses me off even more. Slipping it out of my pocket with one hand and the other still on the wheel, I see it’s my mother.
