“Gabriel, why did you not oblige to their rules?” I ask him, and he coughs, more blood coming out of his mouth.
“I am no snitch.” He says quietly, and I nod.
“I would of preferred you be an alive snitch, than a half dead honest man.” I say, and he stays quiet.
He was so weak, and it pained me to be around him. I wanted nothing more than to have him receive the much needed care that he needed.
“Cassidy. Tell me, how would you prefer to die? Execution style, or decapitation?” Zach asks me, and I roll my eyes.
“You bore me.” I shake my head.
“You deserve execution style, because you are a traitor.” He says, smirking.
“I am a lot of things, but a traitor is not one of them. I did nothing wrong.” He laughs at my comment, and he walks over to Gabriel.
“You don’t look very good, Gabe.” He
