DIRTY OLD MAN~~~~

VINCENZO POV ~~~~~

Leaning on my cane, I threw open my office door and hobbled inside. Marco and my wife were there, with Valentina sitting in my desk chair, and the two of them looked up from a laptop. Alarm bloomed on her face.

“Vincenzo! What are you doing out of bed?”

I didn’t answer, my full concentration required to keep me from falling on my face like a small child. My side hurt like a son of a bitch and sweat already rolled down my back.

Marco reached me first, grabbing my arm to steady me. “You should go back upstairs.”

“I’m fine. Just help me to my chair.”

It had been just over two weeks since the shooting and I was impatient to be better. I needed work to distract me.

“Vin, you should be in bed. David said—”

“No.” I put enough strength in that one word to prevent anyone from arguing with me.

Marco exchanged a look with my wife, which caused irritation to swipe across my skin. My cousin no doubt believed she could control me, as she’d convinced me to change my mind about oth