CHAPTER 10: Giovanni's POV
I had been shot many times, but this one hurt like a b***h. The pain was a searing burn that cut through everything else, my thoughts, my senses. I groaned as light entered my eyes from the window, blinding and sharp. I closed my eyes right back, trying to block it out, trying to gather my wits and recall what the f**k went down at the club.
We had been attacked. I would have thought it was Marco Belluci's doing if his underboss weren’t with us—if I hadn’t seen him there, right next to me, trying to protect himself. The bullet had torn through my abdomen.
It was rare that another mafia would attack unprovoked—unless they were desperate, stupid, or looking to start something bigger. I needed to find out what the f**k exactly happened. My mind raced, but I cou
