Chapter 11: Blood and Betrayal
Brenda’s POV
There was a chilly calm in the alley as soon as the firing stopped. My pulse pounded frantically in my chest as I forced myself to move, breathing in ragged gasps. Someone was bleeding—someone was down.
My legs were weak, and my vision was blurry from terror as I staggered ahead. Then I caught sight of him.
Tony.
A brown stain was growing across his shirt as he lay on the ground. I felt my stomach turn violently.
I cried out, "No, no, no," and fell to my knees next to him. Desperate to stop the bleeding, I grabbed for him with trembling hands and pressed against the cut. "Hey, Tony! Remain with me!
His jaw tightened as he winced, but his fingers touched my arm. "Brenda... I'm all right.
He wasn't doing well. He was shot.
Luca knelt next
