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Four minutes pass.
The line doesn’t move and the doctors have stopped trying to get his heart to beat again.
They shake their heads and it’s Sherine’s soulful wail of pain that grabs me and snaps me back to reality.
Someone is holding her up.
That’s my job.
Instinct moves me to her and I hold her as she cries from the depth of her soul.
“We’re sorry.” Someone says.
I don’t know who it is.
All I know is reality.
Tommy just died.
I just watched my best friend die.
I look at his face and the peaceful look is still there.
It hasn’t changed, but everything else has.
* * *
I stayedwith Sherine until her parents came.
I only left when I thought she needed her space and time to breathe.
After Frankie’s death I realized that different people offered different kinds of support.
I would always be there for her and there when she needed me but her family was who would give her strength.
As for me…
I was just tamping down my rage and trying to keep myself cool while I was around the people at the hospital.
Eight fucking weeks and nothing.
No one could tell me this was acceptable. Pa could talk out of his ass for all I cared, and Vincent could kill me but no one couldn’t tell me that when I took things in hand we saw more action.
No one could refute it because it was true.
I may have been wrapped up in Mia but I wasn’t fucking sleeping to the situation. I had a name weeks ago and nothing came of it.
I wouldn’t even bother to go to Pa. I was going on the street again to see what I could find out about Hector Ramirez. To do that, I needed my serious weapons.
I made my way to the accountancy office. We had a room in the back with ammo. It’s late so I don’t expect anybody to be there. Christian and Georgiou work sporadic late hours but they’re supposed to be both away on business.
Gabe and Salvatore are meant to be at the club. So who the fuck is inside?
There’s light coming from Tommy’s office and the sight pisses me off beyond measure.
I kick the door in and it flies open crashing into the wall.
I go in but stop fucking short when I see Joey Fontaine sitting on the edge of Tommy’s desk.
