Chapter 155 A Constant Danger

• In the other wing of the hospital, Vincenzo remained seated, his shoulder throbbing with a constant ache—an unrelenting reminder of the accident.
• Even so, he barely registered his pain. His mind drifted elsewhere, locked onto the image of Vittoria being taken away for tests, out of his reach.
• “Cazzo,” Vincenzo muttered, his jaw clenched tight, as if the memory of the terror in Vittoria’s eyes at the moment of the attack were still carved into his mind. “What the hell am I doing?” he went on, his voice restrained yet heavy with a guilt that gnawed at him from the inside.