Chapter 60

SILVIO

“The reservations are made, and the files are encrypted. Do you want to see the mails now?” Dante's voice was tinged with a hint of weariness as he spoke. Despite the exhaustion etched into his features, there was a gritty glint in his eyes.

I shifted slightly on the hospital bed, wincing as the movement sent a dull ache radiating through my battered body. The events of the past few days had taken their toll on both of us, leaving behind a trail of physical and emotional scars that would take time to heal.

My gaze drifted to the thick bandage wrapped around his head. It was a miracle that he had survived, and I couldn't help but feel a surge of gratitude for his resilience and loyalty.

Beside him, the crutches leaned against the chair. Despite the pain and discomfort, he refused to be side-lined.

I nodded, a sense of relief flooding through me at the knowledge that our plans had not been derailed by the bedlam and destruction. With Nikolaev's bac