Chapter 142

The water ran down my body, dampening my hair and soothing my bruised and sore skin. I breathed in and out, raking my sleek hair back, shutting down every thought in my head, especially those that had to do with him.

But they couldn't stop coming.

The memories of his blood staining my clothes as he held me, knees to the floor, his fingers gripping the cloth on my back as he sucked in the pain of the bullet landing on his back,

I tightened my lids. But it kept replaying in my mind.

My heartbeat was wild, thudding hard against my chest as he grew faint, and when I raised my head to look into his face, I noticed his eyes were shutting down.

"Boss, you asked me to do it; remember, you said I could do it," Guiseppi had chanted repeatedly.

Matteo had immediately snatched the gun from Guiseppi and helped Zayne out of the room, constantly calling, "Don, don't close your eyes. Just a few more steps to go."

Everything felt unreal, like I was