His thoughts spiraled, jumping from relief to guilt to fear in an endless loop. She could have been gone. She could have bled out while he was thousands of miles away.
His mind was filled with images of pain radiating through her body in ways he couldn't even imagine.
"What part was she shot?" he asked finally.
"In the thigh." Marco answered.
Luca's head lolled back against the seat. His breath shook as the information sank in, each word hammering at his chest. "God…" he whispered. "Oh God…"
Marco could feel Luca's tension radiating. "Luca? I had to dig the bullet out."
Luca's eyes snapped to Marco, disbelief and rage crashing into each other in a violent storm. "Why?! Why the fuck would you do that?! Why in the fucking hell would you put her through that????!!! You fucking asshole!!!"
