Chapter 17: A Different Don

Vittorio POV

Once again, the race to the OR feels like I’m running on borrowed time. The EMTs in the ambulance said the wound wasn’t that deep. At least they didn’t think so. But so much blood. So, so much blood. My hand grips Leo’s good shoulder. It’s still so warm to the touch. Oh God, is it cooling?

His eyes are hazy with pain, and they drift shut. “Stay with me,” I order him.

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