Chapter 21: New Era.
"Help me!"
Back in the warehouse, Olivia shouted as she turned her head at Jelana, who was still fucking screaming just like Gabbana, as if that would help them or something. They had zero survival instinct.
"Get up and help me! Vicente is going to die!" She shouted again, and well, the situation for him was truly... bad.
The amount of blood that came from his artery, from his stomach, was just unbelievable. He was bleeding out heavily but was still up. His whole face was pale, his pressure on the wound was almost non-existent as he was losing his consciousness, but he still tried to do something to survive.
While those two fuckers, with less blood loss and less fatal shots, were fucking screaming for nothing... well, it was hurting, but looking at the situation, they were truly blessed, one, that they didn’t move, and two, Joseph shot them in a way that even if an hour passed, they would still be alive.
But Jelana didn’t give a fuck about Olivia and just still screamed, so Oliva just turned to Gabbana, who was too panicking and was in shock, but somehow, he seemed more intact and well, only his knee was fucked up.
"Gabbana, help me or Vincente dies!" She shouted at him, and he actually heard it, actually looked at Vincente and what he saw was his dying childhood friend and business partner, trying with his last bit of power to help himself, to fight against death.
The only problem was that they were not Olivia, a trained agent who can stand the pain... and they weren’t Joseph, who was just on a whole other level.
They were gangsters who had everything from the time they were born and from the time when they stepped into power. They had never been in a situation where they felt this much pain, where their bodies were slowly freezing and numbing.