We found Luca an hour or so later, close to falling unconscious.
"Oh Jesus Christ," Leo cursed as we looked upon the paled, weak man in the front seat of his broken down car with blood still oozing out of his shoulder.
"Ella," he croaked, looking up with dozy eyes. "You're okay."
"Yeh and you're not," I replied as Leo lifted him like a huge baby out of the car. "You need to go to the hospital."
"We have to get out of Mexico," he mumbled. "Guillermo wants to kill me."
"He's right Alpha," Max said looking cautiously around. "And when Andrea's men find out their boss is dead, they'll do one of two things: piss straight off or come after us."
"Luca, do you think you can manage to stay alive for two hours whilst we drive to the border?" Leo asked carrying him to the functioning one of the two cars.
"Sure thing dude," he said throwing a peace sign up before his head lolled back.
Leo rolled his eyes and lay him down in the back the seat.