Pain explodes through Giacomo's skull as Nico slams him against the wall. Blood runs down his face, pooling into his mouth—metallic, hot.
His ribs ache, every breath a goddamn stab.
Vincenzo’s eyes are pits of rage, his fists dripping with Giacomo's blood.
“You think this is over?” Vincenzo growls.
He punches Giacomo again, cracking his jaw to the side.
Giacomo hears a pop. Something gives way. The pain is blinding. His scream is muffled by his own choking breath.
Riccardo tightens a belt around Giacomo's wrist and yanks it upward, dislocating his shoulder with a sickening crunch.
“AHHHHHHHH!” Giacomo howls, head slamming back into the wall. “f**k! You’ll regret this! My father…”
Vincenzo grabs his hair and jerks his head back.
“We know who your father is,” Vincenzo hisses. “That’
