Christian
“Vince? Vince, wake up!” Christian shook his friend’s near lifeless body as the surgeons pulled the stretcher and ran for their lives.
If anything he had expected to go to the hospital for the birth of his daughter, but not for this.
“Christian, I think they can take it from here.” Marc grabbed Christian’s hand to stop him from walking. It’s all my fault, Christian thought to himself and couldn’t shake off the thought of Vince reaching out his hand while he just left him. His best friend reached out for his hand while he felt pressured to save his brother instead.
“Enzo is all right, he’ll manage—thanks for asking.” Marc patted his back. That was right, I hadn’t even asked about my brother, the thought had suddenly crossed Christian’s mind. “And dad?”
“Your dad’s at home—he’s fine, just a bit shaken up, and your grandpa is dealing with Fabio’s men who decided to surrender,” Marc explained. He was at home.
