Cut by the Don
This was the monster I had unleashed.
On screen, Vincent raised his gun. I saw his finger tremble on the trigger. His knuckles were white. For a heartbeat, I thought he would do it. Pull the trigger. Rid me of this dangerous, calculating weapon.
But Carlo, his voice a distant murmur through the audio, stopped him. "Boss, the Morettis. This is a declaration of war. We need to regroup. He's not worth the bullet."
Vincent lowered the gun. The rage in his eyes was replaced by a chilling emptiness. "Make him disappear." His voice was flat. "Somewhere he can never hold a scalpel again. Somewhere deep and dark. Let him rot."