Chapter 78
Author: Yahya
last update2025-09-28 20:47:14

SANTIAGO' S POV

I ride shotgun like a blade.

“He’s breathing,” the cop says, awkward pride in his voice. “We got one of them. Isaac slipped.”

“Of course he did,” I snap. “He always slips when it matters.”

They hand the gangster over like a wrapped animal and drive off. One cop stays, earnest and useless.

“We’ll keep an eye out, Mr. Montenegro. Be careful.”

“Careful?” I say. “You want me careful, send ten men and stop calling it a job.”

They leave us with bodies and noise. Victoria looks like someone drained of color.

Her breaths are shallow. My hands are hot and steady. I help them lift her.

She meets my eyes and nods. The nod is brave and broken. It makes me want to break whoever did this.

“Who’ll ride with her?” the paramedic asks. “A family member? Guardian?”

“I will,” I say before I think. The word comes out like an order I’ve already issued to myself. Michael’s chest heaves beside us. He’s standing but he is carved out of pain. He manages the smallest smile and I bite it away fro
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