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The blaring ambulance sirens pierced the ears as the emergency vehicle raced through the city streets, parting the way for its swift passage. Other vehicles pulled aside, making way for the white ambulance to move smoothly and swiftly.

Inside the ambulance, El Barack lay unconscious. On his left and right, two women wept, repeatedly calling his name. To his left was Ruby, her tears flowing because the bullet fired from her husband's gun had struck her son. She couldn't comprehend it. How had El Barack returned and attended the party when he should have been on a plane to America?

On El Barack's right, Azzura clutched...