Chapter 222
Don Morgan's POV
"Who is dead?!" I roared, sparks of fury flying from my eyes.
The reply struck me like a physical blow. "The Snake, sir."
I slammed the phone shut and floored the accelerator.
I couldn't believe it how could a man as invincible as The Snake fall? I don't even remember the drive to the warehouse; I braked so hard the tires screamed against the asphalt. I leaped out and ran inside like a madman.
He was sprawled on the ground, his body still and drowning in a pool of crimson blood.
I knelt beside him, seeing the jagged hole in his chest from a deep bullet wound. I pressed my trembling fingers to his neck. At first, there was nothing but a haunting silence. Then, after agonizing seconds, I felt it a faint, ghost-like pulse beneath his cold skin.
"He's alive, you idiot!" I screamed at the guard standing nearby.
