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I watch through the window, silently and with bated breath as they begin working to save his life.
As the paramedics continue their frantic efforts to revive him, every second feels like an eternity.
I bite my lip, eyes glued to the flurry of activity surrounding Anthony.
The paramedics work with an intensity that both reassures and terrifies me – their every move a testament to their skill, but also a reminder of how dire the situation is.
"His pulse is weak," I hear one of them say, exchanging worried glances with his partner as they set up an IV.
"We need to get him to the hospital, now."
I watch, helpless, as they carefully load him onto a stretcher and fasten him in place.
My heart feels like it's lodged in my throat, choking off any semblance of rational thought as I imagine all the horrible scenarios that could unfold.
As they hurry toward the waiting ambulance, I take a deep breath, trying to steady myself.
There's a part of me that wants to break down, to crumble under the weight of this nightmare.
A part of me wants to be in the ambulance with him.
But I know I can't.
I have to run.
And so, I run.
Chapter 28
Anthony
It's been exactly six weeks since my surgery and recovery, and I can still feel the lingering pain.
It gnaws at me, a constant reminder that I'm not invincible.
The damp air of Chicago clings to my skin as I stand on the rooftop of our family's mansion.
I glance at my younger brother, Lorenzo, who mirrors my own dark features - olive skin, unruly jet-black hair, and piercing brown eyes.
He leans against the railing, staring out at the cityscape that stretches before us.
"Six weeks," he murmurs, echoing my thoughts.
"You've come a long way, Anthony."
I nod, appreciating his support. Despite our different paths – he chose business, while I was groomed to take over the family's criminal empire – we've always been close.
Our bond is unbreakable, forged through blood and loyalty.
"Thanks, Lorenzo," I say, feeling the weight of the responsibility that comes with being the son of a mafia don.
"I couldn't have done it without you."
Our eyes meet, and there's a silent understanding between us.
We both know the stakes and how much we rely on each other to navigate the dangerous waters of our lives.
"Listen, Anthony," Lorenzo says, concern etching his face.
