Chapter 61 Sixty One

• Riccardo’s eyes widened in horror. He looked down at his arm, his hand instinctively clutching at the wound, the blood oozing between his fingers. The realization hit him a second too late—Giovanni had betrayed him. Giovanni had shot him. Not Adonis.
• “You… you bastard!” Riccardo howled in disbelief, his voice raw and full of fury.
• Adonis stood there, his body relaxed now, as Giovanni stepped back, the gun still smoking in his hand. Hearing Riccardo's scream, he couldn't help but smirk.