Nick's POV
"Where's Oliver?!" My voice tore through the hallway, sharp enough to rattle the nurses scrambling around the emergency wing. One of them pointed to the operating room corridor, eyes wide with fear. I didn't waste a second.
We sprinted.
Oliver's team was gathered outside the double doors. Cold chairs, colder air, and faces that looked like they'd aged ten years in an hour.
Ria and Heidi were standing together, both pale, both crying. His men looked ready to tear the walls down with their bare hands if it meant getting answers.
Heidi stepped toward us first, wiping her tears with the back of her hand. "They're operating on him now," she whispered. "He… he got shot twice by Dante Gambino." Her voice cracked. "And Irene… she was shot multiple times, too. Dante as well."
My stomach dropped. "How did this even happen?"
