ALEXANDRO CASTILLOI shoved past the men holding me, my boots sliding across the blood-slicked floor.“Vincenzo!” I shouted, but I was too late.His body crumpled like a dead weight. Blood spilled from his head, painting the ground beneath him.But just before I could reach him, bang!A bullet tore through my leg.I dropped hard to the ground, a scream ripping through my throat as the fire shot through my right thigh. My hands clamped down instinctively, trying to stop the hot, sticky rush of blood. My vision blurred for a second, then I forced it steady again.I looked up, and there he was. Celestino. Kneeling beside me like a vulture inspecting its prey. His face was cold, unpredictable, but his eyes… they gleamed with something darker than hatred, like a Devil's glare.Vincenzo lay behind him, barely moving, his blood pooling outwards like a dark halo.“Don’t worry about your son,” Celestino said, his voice smooth, almost amused. “He won’t die... not yet, at least. I’ve got doctors
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