I stare at Dell, confused.
Why would he want me to call Luca instead of the cops? It doesn’t make sense. When you're fighting for your life, you don't call a mafia group for help; you call the cops and paramedics. Worst of all, he wants me to call the very mafia group he's been trying to bring down.
I shake my head, trying to make sense of his request. He doesn’t look okay, and even though the bullet is out and his life isn't as at risk as before, he still needs that blood transfusion.
“Why would you want me to call Luca?” I ask. He looks at me, his eyes filled with pain and urgency.
“Just call him. He will know what to do,” he says in barely a whisper. I am taken aback by that.
I have so many questions that need answers, but the more time we waste, the less chance he has of surviving
