Angelo Agnello took his breath for the last time.
34
CATALINA
I struggledto push Agnello’s dead weight off of me.
Fatigue hit, and I didn’t know how much longer I could hold on.
All I wanted to do was close my eyes and sleep.
But it wasn’t over yet.
I used up all of my strength and pushed him off, crying when I found my shirt stained with his blood.
I turned to my side in time and vomited all the breakfast and lunch I had earlier that day.
Tears stung my eyes, and I could not stop.
It felt endless.
I clutched my stomach when it hollowed out, letting out a small sob.
I wanted my men.
I needed them.
I looked around at my surroundings.
I didn’t know where I was.
Looking at Agnello’s body, I ignored the way his eyes were still open and shifted my hand into his jeans pocket, trying not to give into the urge and puke again.
I finally found his phone.
I turned it on and paused.
I didn’t remember any of my men’s numbers.
Fuck.
What was it?
I grabbed my head when a pounding headache took hold until I remembered.
My phone!
I was sure they found it.
I put in my number and held the phone to my ear.
It rang once, and Damien picked up. “Hello.”
I covered my mouth when I felt another sob threatening to come out.
I tried to speak but couldn’t.
I was choked up with emotion.