*Pov: Vincent:Mercy General. 8:17pm. They discharged Dom against orders. Bruised ribs, stitches, vest rash. Chair doesn’t stay in hospitals. Dom does, but not tonight. I had the keys. Antonio’s keys. Town car, black, twelve years of his hands on the wheel. Now mine. “Where to?” I asked. Dom looked at me from the wheelchair. Not Chair. Not yet. “Home. Forty.” “Not secure,” Marx said. He’d walked us out. “Leo’s people—” “Leo’s in holding,” Dom said. “His people are mine. Unless you arrest me.” Marx looked at Aliyah. “Miss Rhodes?” “I go where he goes,” she said. Automatic. Then caught herself. “For the story. And Rosie.” Rosie was still admitted. Stable. Tube out. She’d flipped Dom off when we left. `Don’t die again, idiot.` I opened the back door. Dom shook his head. “Front.” I froze. Front was Antonio’s seat. Always. “Front,” Dom said again. “You drive. I ride shotgun. Same as always.” Wasn’t always. Was never. But I got in. ---*POV: Aliyah Rhodes* *Chapter 17 — _The
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