Chapter 40Gabe dropped down next to his friend, lifting his head up and placing his arms around him. He supported him with his body, helping Angelo to lean back and up.
“Can you breathe?” Bronson asked, checking Angelo’s pulse.
“That stupid red sonofabitch…” Mike Angelo said tiredly and spat. His eyes were closing and he was beginning to mutter.
“You got him, Mike. You got him. Listen, you have to tell me if you can breathe.” Gabe repeated. He saw Mike take a stab to the chest and the bloody short knife being pulled out of the flesh, but he was still hoping that Angelo’s lung wouldn’t collapse. His best friend was a tough bastard, Gabe Bronson knew. Instead of an answer, Mike coughed and grunted, to which Gabe raised his head a bit more. The mustached detective took a breath with great
