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FORTY-EIGHT

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FORTY-EIGHT

It's been a fucking hour since she went into that room and no one was out of it yet. This was testing his patience in so many ways possible, and he wasn't a good fan of being patient.

Alessandro looked down a bit at his rolled up sleeve to reveal the stitched up area, bringing his thoughts to the fact that the nurse had suggested that he rested but he didn't want to, at least not until she was out of there. Not like he cared anyway. He stood up the moment he saw the doctor coming out of the operating room, with a clipboard on his hand. Their eyes met and the doctor bowed his head in respect and allegiance, “Don Moretti.”

“How is she?” he asked letting the words roll out of his tongue freely, knowingly avoiding the use of ‘my wife’.

If the doctor noticed this, he didn't show it. “We've successfully managed to get her out of danger so you've got nothing to worry about. The bullet didn't penetrate too deep into her bone. It just grazed her arm but she's lost alot of blood. Bu
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