LEONE
“Leone?” Milo’s voice breaks through the chaos. I turn to see Fallon crumpled in his arms, her blonde locks now darkened with blood that seeps from the wound in her shoulder. We probably need to do something about that.
“Get a doctor to my mansion, now!” I bark at Rocco, one of my men standing next to my car. He nods sharply and retrieves his phone while Milo crushes her limp body against his chest, and I approach the car.
“Put her in the car, Milo,” I command. Milo moves swiftly, his arms cradling Fallon with a surprising tenderness which belies his hardened exterior. He slides into the back of the black sedan.
I follow suit, slipping into the leather seat next to him, my mind racing as I take in the scene before me. Fallon’s face is ghostly pale, her chest rising and falling w
