Chapter 132 A Pact Signed

• Fabrizio remained standing, his body as rigid as stone, his eyes locked on Giuseppe for a moment as he watched the man tend carefully to Antonella’s wounds.
• “For God’s sake,” Fabrizio growled, his gaze fixed on Antonella’s lifeless body. “Get this puttana to the infirmary.” His order came out cold, his voice heavy with disgust.
• With firm steps, he crossed the room and slammed the door open, every movement tearing at his chest, consumed by the fury and humiliation burning like open wounds.