“It's better to be hated for what you are than to be loved for what you’re not.”
Andre Gide.
Antonio’s POV
I slowly open my eyes, grogginess clouding my mind. Memories flood back: the club, gunfire, pain. I try to sit up, but a sharp sting shoots through my arm.
“Easy, Sir Antonio,” Dr. Elio's gentle voice says.
I focus on the speaker, my personal doctor.
“Oh Elio, you’re here?” I said, trying to get comfortable.
“Yes I got here immediately I got the call,” he said.
I nodded. Elio has been the doctor my father used and paid to treat our men when needed, you can’t risk going to the hospital and getting asked what happened and the cops pulling up.
“Hope it’s nothing serious?” I asked.
“Not at all, it’s just your arm. It’s a good thing he didn’t aim for your chest,” he explains.
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