Kylie's POV
“Miss Kylie,” I looked up to see Sam, what was he doing here?
My eyes scan around his body for any bullet wound, “Did ... .did…Jaylen send you to do this?”
“No, no, Don Jaylen would never kill his brother,” Sam said, “Let's take him to the hospital.”
What was I thinking by suspecting Jaylen?
Sam placed his hand on Vegas' neck then he looked at me and redrew his hand, “What's the problem?”
“Hmm… we can't go to the hospital; we have to take him to the morgue,” Sam lowered his gaze, and I cried out.
“No, no, Vegas was just fine, do something, he was doing fine, I promise,” I cried out.
Sam removed my hand from Vegas' chest. He carried Vegas to the car, and I followed behind him.
When Sam was driving, I brought out Vegas' phone and called his mother.
She picked at the f
