49-Drifting Apart

MARIO'S POV

A few hours later, we arrived at our destination and Marco's private jet was waiting for us in the countryside. It was so hard for me to get inside it and leave. I thought of Andrea's body. If it was going to decompose in the woods and get eaten by wild animals.

If I was not on the run, I would have insisted that we go back for his body and get him a proper burial at home. I wanted him to rest knowing that he was going to have his grave visited every other month or so.

"Are you ready to go?" Marco asked me as I stood over the hill, looking over the woods that covered the prison's view. I thought of how my life almost ended here but Andrea came for me. For the millionth time even though I was now doubting his loyalty, he came for me.

He didn't give up on me even though I almost killed him in that electric chair. No one was going to have my back more than he had mine. No one was going to save my life more than he had. He was gone now and I needed him the most.

"Yes, I'm