Chapter 221: Bargain with Death
(TYLER)
"...so it was Jericho who rained bullets on the Irish guy and finished him off." I wind up to Marco.
"The first gruesome thing Jericho has ever done in his life." Marco grunts. "Miles should have handled those people the minute you first learnt about them."
I ignore that. I can’t imagine Sasha would have said anything, wanting to keep the other side of the family out of Adonis’ business. We are in the hospital café and Marco is eating a salad and cheese sandwich because it is the only thing left available in self-serve. He says it tasted better than the plane food. It is in the middle of the night. The café is quiet, and only a few other miserable people are sitting around staring at their coffees and barely drinking them.
I know exactly how they feel.
Wesley is sitting with Sasha as I fill Marco in on the details that were making him shout in the ward. And the guard on duty is sitting a few tables away from me, pretending not to listen in.
"Then I got in the ambulance with Sasha." I continue. "And that’s when he told me―" my voice breaks, and I let the sudden urge to cry die down first.
I could barely hear Sasha even before we were huddled in the ambulance, and then they got an oxygen mask and put it on his face. He pushed it off weakly, and as one of the paramedics checked the IV, the other one was insisting that he stays with the mask on until I begged. "He is trying to say something, please. Let him." I had to lean so close that my ear was practically on his lips. His voice was harsh and faint.
"Love you, Ty."