Lorenzo
Humiliation burned through me as Albert and his men walked out, leaving me broken and bleeding. The pain from my severed hands was unbearable, but it was nothing compared to the sting of disgrace.
My men moved quickly when they were gone, trying to stop the bleeding with makeshift bandages. Every movement sent a fresh wave of agony through me, but I forced myself to focus.
Dimitri was still in my corner. Albert’s reaction when I mentioned him spoke volumes. There was a connection there, something I didn’t yet understand. But I would. I needed to figure out how Albert was tied to Dimitri, and once I did, I could use that to my advantage.
"Come on, boss..."
"Get some f*****g ice!"
My men helped me up, guiding me out of the club to the awaiting car that would take me to the hos
