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That didn’t even begin to cover it.
I was thankful that the pain was gone, even though I knew it wasn’t a good sign.
“Pain reminds you you’re alive,” my dad always said.
Now that I didn’t have the pain, I had to assume that meant I wasn’t going to be alive very long.
The only thing I could think of now was Trinity and wonder who’d tell her about me. If anyone would tell her about me.
The upside of dying was that I wouldn’t have to face the club for how much I’d fucked up.
The downside was that I wouldn’t see Trinity again and that fuckin’ hurt worse than being shot.
What a fine time to realize that I actually loved the woman.
If I made it out of this alive, I vowed to myself that I’d get her out of there.
But I wouldn’t. I knew I wouldn’t.
I wouldn’t get myself out of this. Or my brothers.
People were yelling all around us. The paramedics, I assumed. Someone rolled me over and pushed hard onto my stomach, but again… no pain.
My vision tunneled. Getting smaller and smaller until there was nothing at all.
