Chapter 28: Bunker
“Do what you need to do,” Sander said, which translated as: Don’t come back until Gino is dead.
More blood poured out of Sander’s left side, soaking his legs. He held the white compress from the First Aid kit to his wounds, but it wasn’t helping. He coughed, and blood flew out of his mouth, splattering against the bunker’s cement floor. His head lulled to the left, and his eyes were semi-closed, draining of blood.
“f**k Gino. We need to get you out of here. You’re losing too much blood.”
“Kill him,” he instructed, pointing to the handgun in my right palm. “He has to go.”
I wanted to fight with Sander, but it was useless and a waste of my time. How many battles with the man had I lost? Too many to count. I had learned a long time ago not to argue with him, knowing th
