CHAPTER THIRTY THREE

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JASON'S POV

Ryan pulled over to the side of the highway. Just when we were about to burry my dead brother, we find out his actually alive.

We both got out and stared at him from the outside.

"Think he's alright?" Ryan asked.

"He was shot in the head... Of course he's not alright." Doubt filled my mind. "Ryan, even if he does get help, I don't think he'll make it."

"What the hell is wrong with you?" Ryan punched my arm playfully.

I glared at him.

"Have a little positivity. We need to go to the hospital like right now." Ryan looked at his watch.

"Are you stupid?! We can't go there! We have police chasing us, Ryan!"

"True. Well, should you put him out of his misery, or should I?" He chuckled.

I shook my head. "No." I braced myself for what I was about to say. "There's a girl that can help him."

Dammit.

"We should probably get going then. Where is she?"

"At one of the old warehouses outside of Vegas."

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