The man, who had been lying in a coma on the hospital bed for the past 48 hours, showed movement. His eyebrows creased, and his eyelashes trembled. He groaned in pain, with sweat beads forming on his brow.
Sean gradually opened his eyes. With his hazy vision, he saw white walls around himself. The pain made him squeeze his eyes shut. It traveled to his spine and made him short of breath.
He again opened his eyes and took a look around. Scenes of Natasha stabbing him flashed through his mind.
No…
He was the one who made her stab him.
He gradually remembered everything and felt sad when he realized he was still alive. He had meticulously planned everything just to be killed, thinking it would relieve him of his guilt.
Everything had gone exactly as planned.
The moment he heard from Cade that the enemy gang had been planning on attacking the gang, he knew Declan and Earl would be coming.
