I am sitting in the hospital reception, impatiently shaking my legs as I wait for any news from the doctors. I can’t seem to settle down. When I called Luca, he came all right, but he didn’t come alone. Alessandro was with him, along with most of his men. I couldn’t exactly tell them that Dell didn’t want Alessandro there because I was desperate to save his life.
When they suggested we take him to the hospital, I almost lost my mind, yelling about how Dell didn’t want the police or the hospital involved. Luca said that Dell asked me to call him for a reason, and whatever it was, they would take care of it. I didn’t care to ask what they meant by that. I just wanted Dell to be okay.
I remember seeing Alessandro’s men carrying Morales’s body from the warehouse. As much as I wanted to know
