Vittorio’s POV – Mountain Safehouse
“You’re useless.”
I snarled it at myself.
My arms shook as I tried pushing off the mattress. My back screamed. My legs? Dead weight. Like dragging bricks tied to bone. The pain was hot, cruel, flashing across my spine like punishment.
I tried again.
Slipped.
The edge of the nightstand cracked into my ribs. I saw stars. Not the pretty kind.
“f**k!” I slammed my fist into the bedframe.
A beat of silence.
“Boss?” Pietro’s voice came from the hallway, hesitant like a dog who knows he’s about to get kicked.
“Get in here.”
Pietro stepped in, laptop clutched tight. Hoodie up. Eyes avoiding my half-naked, half-broken state. Hoodie wrinkled. Glasses crooked. He looked like a kicked puppy sniffing around my temper. “What?”
He cleared his throat. “Ran
