“No. You told them to kill. Now they’re just cleaning up the bodies.”
This was bad. He knew that, but that fucker he’d been slashing, he had a gun, and he’d hurt Alex. She should have stayed behind the trash bins. She would’ve been safe there. This was all on him. He’d put his wife’s life in danger.
Arriving at the hospital, he parked near the front doors and climbed out, leaving the ignition running.
Roman rounded the car until he got to Alex and opened the door. Her eyes were still closed. With his wife in his arms, he ran into the hospital screaming. He didn’t know what the hell happened next, but Alex was taken from him, and he seemed to realize he was in a private room.
“Are you okay, man?” Marlo asked.
“What the fuck just happened?” He went to rub his face, but he realized his wife’s blood was on his hands.
“You threatened the hospital staff. You said if anything happened to your wife, you’d kill them all. I’m sure Lucas and Liam will handle everything you did. One of the nurses brought you here, and Alex was taken to emergency surgery.”
“She shouldn’t have been shot,” Roman said. “That shit is on me. She can’t die.”
“Man, do you care if she does?” Marlo asked.
He spun toward his friend, glaring. “Yeah, I fucking do!”