{FRANCESCO}
I was furious and completely fagged out. I had no idea how long I had chased after Marco before he finally reached the dead end. I lunged forward and rammed him down, sent a few blows to his face and drove some to his side, and I was more than ready to end him...until I realised he wasn't alone.
The next thing I knew, I was sprawled on the ground and the fucker was driving off in a black SUV. My men came running in less than a minute later, but it was too late to stop them.
The one who had helped Marco could have killed me–should have killed me. No doubt he had a gun and a perfect opportunity to take a clean close range shot, driving a bullet into my back. And yet he had left me alive.
For some reason that pissed me off even further.
"Hold still," Gabriele Giovanni grunted, glaring at me through stony, bespectacled eyes. He was the family doctor and had been long before I was even born which meant he was old as fuck.
