Antonio's POV
Amelia and Alex were taken to my sister for treatment. It would take time before I get any word on their conditions but death was not in their future. I was pacing back and forth in the waiting room. Waiting, for something. It felt like hours had gone by which it actually did because this was not going to be a quick one-two step. Amelia was grazed by a bullet and Alex inhaled to much smoke from the fire in the building. Eating was not going to happen because I was too worried about the conditions of a best friend and someone who... lives in my house.
Just by on que to distract me from my thoughts, Maurice called.
"Yeah, what's going on?"
"We got the one that Alex left alive for us. Broken arm, broken ribs and a busted up face. I think Alex released some bent up anger wi
