Domenico
The hall fell silent as dozens of guns were pointed at me. All of them were trained men, just waiting for one word.
I looked around slowly, then raised my hands in surrender. The empty gun slipped from my fingers and clattered against the floor.
“Rosanov!” the Supremo called through gritted teeth. He moved before anyone else did, then struck his staff across my face without warning.
My head snapped sideways, and I tasted blood instantly. Before I could straighten, another strike landed on my arm, and then my thigh. It continued until I dropped to one knee.
“How dare you?” the Supremo thundered, standing over me. “You do not get to disobey me because you are my godson!” His voice echoed against the walls.
“I said stop! Stop means stop! You disrupted a meeting of bosses and en
