“There has been a shooting, Ravenna,” Nino says.
“A shooting?” I don’t understand why he is telling me this. Nobody ever tells me anything about the “business.”
“Someone tried to kill Rocco. It was a sniper, but he got away before we managed to locate him,” Nino continues. “Rocco is at a private hospital. Doctors are trying to save his hand.”
“His hand?”
“Yes.” Nino nods. “The shooter missed. The bullet hit Rocco in his right hand.”
My heart rate skyrockets, a wave of emotions surges through me but I’m too overwhelmed to make sense of any specific one. I move my eyes from Nino to the shadow looming at his back. There are no words that could describe the look in Alessandro’s eyes as they pierce mine. Bottomless, dark-blue depths regard me with unblinking determination. So full of
