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15: Alessio
Someone had shot her. Someone had fucking shot her on my territory. I was livid. I wanted to grab my gun and go shoot down the road toward the car, but I knew it was gone now. On the other hand, I couldn’t tear myself away from the woman, unconscious on the ground. Her blond hair was spread out in a wave behind her. Her face was pale, and her breathing was slowing. I knew we were close. I needed to help her. I couldn't let this be the end, but I didn’t know how to help.
I could hear voices on the phone yelling at me, but I couldn’t pick the phone back up and put it by my ear because my hands were pressing against Beatrice’s chest, willing her to live. I don’t even know when Callie answered the ring. She dropped it and it was the least of my concerns. The voices stopped; I knew they must have hung up.
“Where’s the doctor?” Callie asked me, her eyes wide with p
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