The limousine came to a screeching halt in front of the estate.
Before the driver could step out, Alessandro shoved the door open and stormed out, slamming it behind him so hard it echoed across the courtyard. His jaw was tight, his eyes blazing like fire. He didn’t look back.
“Alessandro!” Rosé called, rushing after him on shaky legs, her heels forgotten in the car. “Wait—!”
He didn’t stop.
He didn’t even realize his arm was bleeding.
Not until Niccolò ran to his side, eyes widening. “Capo! Your arm—you're hit!”
Alessandro paused mid-stride and looked down. The black of his suit sleeve was soaked, blood dripping down to his fingertips.
Rosé gasped. “Oh my God.”
“I didn’t even feel it,” he muttered coldly.
Niccolò moved in, steadying him. “We need the doctor. Now.”
“I could’ve ha
