(Santino’s Pov)The sound of her name is the only thing echoing in my head.

“Hailey! Hailey!”

Her body goes limp in my arms. I feel it. The sudden heaviness, the way her head falls against my chest, the air leaving her lips. My stomach twists so hard it almost hurts. I don’t think I just move. I rush out of the room, shouting orders for the car, my voice sharper than I’ve ever heard it. The maids scatter, startled. Someone opens the front doors and I’m already halfway down the steps, ...