Giuseppe slowly woke up, feeling a sharp pain in his chest. As he opened his eyes, he realized he was no longer in the room where Vittorio had shot him, but rather in a hospital room. He tried to sit up in bed, but a deep male voice interrupted him.

"Don't do that."

He looked towards the voice and found Angelo Messina sitting in a chair, his elbows resting on the armrests and his hands clasped in the air. Giuseppe furrowed his brow, confused, and asked with difficulty,"What are ...