Chapter Eleven

ENZO'S POV

I pace to and fro on the LVT floors of the hospital, unable to rest my butt or my mind for that matter. Not when Gypsy is inside the operation theater battling for her life.

All because of me. Fuck, I still can't believe she jumped in front of the bullet for me.

“I brought the car, bro.” I hear Dante's voice behind me.

Without hesitation, I turn and pull him into a tight hug. He stiffens and I can't blame him for it. Between the two of us he's always been the emotional one, always initiating hugs that make me cringe.

Not so today. Damn, I've never felt the need for so much comfort in a very long time.

“She saved my life, Dante. She jumped in front of that bullet for me.” I say shakily.

Dante holds me for a little longer. “Enzo, calm down and talk to me.” He says, nudging me back to look at my face. “How did it happen? Did you see who did it?”

His jaw clenches suddenly. “Don't tell me it was that old man. Fuck, I told you not to mess with him because he could be dangerous.