Vittorio’s POV
I couldn’t feel my legs.
At first, I thought it was just the drugs. The pain meds. The crash. The blood loss.
But when I swung my hand under the blanket and slapped my thigh, nothing.
Not even a twitch.
Fucking hell.
I growled. “Ghost!”
He didn’t even hesitate. “Boss?”
I pointed at my legs. “Get the doctor. Now.”
He stared at me for half a second longer than I liked.
“Ghost”
“On it.” He left.
I shoved the pillow behind my back and stared at the window. Katarina sat across the room, eyes glued to the wall like she could burn a hole in it. Her jaw was clenched, that little scar on her chin twitching like it always did when she was trying not to say something smart.
The silence between us was razor sharp. Still warm from the fight. Still raw from the note she ate
