"F-f**k…" Vito groaned, his voice rough like gravel, his chest heaving with every breath. Sweat poured down his face, mixing with the blood soaking through his shirt. The knife was still stuck deep in his side, pulsing with every beat of his heart.
Ortensia stood frozen. Her hands shook, and her mouth opened but nothing came out. She wanted to scream again but all that left her throat was a dry breath.
Rico burst through the kitchen door. His eyes landed on her first.
"Miss Ortensia, are you okay? Why scream like that?" he asked, his eyes darting around, and his voice sharp with worry.
She couldn't speak. She just raised one trembling finger, pointed down at where Vito laid.
Rico's gaze dropped, and his whole face changed.
"f**k," he muttered, pulling his pistol from hi
