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“Shit, they’re trying to get through,” Giancarlo muttered. “You okay, Enzo?”

I crouched down and brought Enzo to his feet, using my shoulder to support him. “I’ve got him. How do we get out of here?”

“You disappear, and they’re going to have some questions for you, kid,” Benito said.

“I don’t give a fuck! I’m not leaving him,” I snapped. “Enzo isn’t looking good and he’s losing blood. We need to get out of here. Now.”

Don’t ask me to lose anyone else tonight. I can’t.

“Follow me,” Benito said. “Move fast. Help him, Gin.”

Together with Giancarlo, we moved Enzo through the warehouse. Benito moved one of the huge boxes and pointed at a trapdoor in the floor.

“Go. They’ll lead us outside.”

Nodding, I moved out of the way as they wrestled with the heavy door. My eyes went to Rourke. He stayed on the ground, a crumpled, bloody mess. All of his limbs were at odd angles. The whites of his eyes stood stark against all the blood, staring up at the ceiling.

My stomach turned. He’d been close to killing me, and I still couldn’t hate him. Why? I wanted to shake him and ask why the fuck he’d betray me like this. Had it always been there, his hate? Or did it develop slowly when I wasn’t looking? My throat clogged, but there were no tears. I recognized the shock that had settled over me, turning me cold. Later, I knew there was a floodgate waiting. One that would break as I mourned the man I thought I knew.

“Tex.”

My attention snapped back to Enzo. His eyes were glazed, and he looked pale, like he was going to pass out. I couldn’t even tell where the blood was coming from. My heart sped up, everything else forgotten except for him.

“I’m right here. Enzo, I’ve got you.”

He held onto me as we descended the stairs. Above, I could hear the voice of my Sargeant. However, I wasn’t going to turn back. I’d made my decision.

Enzo was the most important thing in my life. I only wanted to focus on him.