Pain explodes through Giacomo's skull as Nico slams him against the wall. Blood runs down his face, pooling into his mouth—metallic, hot.

His ribs ache, every breath a goddamn stab.

Vincenzo’s eyes are pits of rage, his fists dripping with Giacomo's blood.

“You think this is over?” Vincenzo growls.

He punches Giacomo again, cracking his jaw to the side.

Giacomo hears a pop. Something gives way. The pain is blinding. His scream is muffled by his own choking breath.

Riccardo ...