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tant hum of the city was drowned out by the rush of blood in my ears, my heart thudding painfully in my che

ping from his forehead, staining the concrete below him. He looked so... broken. His usual confidence was g

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the South Side Mafia. He was the king of everything, of the darkness that had shaped

ld and calculating as ever. I wanted to scream, to run to Gio, but I couldn't. Something kept

and broken. His eyes, bloodshot and desperate, met mine. I wanted to reac

id, his voice low, almost casual. "You crosse

partner in this dangerous world we lived in. He had always been the one to keep us safe, to make sure we never fell too fa

ged, his voice cracking. "I thought... I thought I

ld, mocking smile. "You can't fix what's already broken, Gio.

t pleading for his life. He was pleading for redemption, for the chance to undo the da

cold barrel of a gun pressed against my chest stopped me in my tracks. One of Hades' men

rowled, his breat

ody. I couldn't even cry out. My brother was abo

gaze was suffocating. "You should have known better than to trust him," he said, h

couldn't just stand there an

voice raw with desper

und me. The sound of the bullet tearing through the air was deafening, and I saw Gio's body jerk violently, his he

h me shifting, as if I was floating above it all. The man I had lov

reached for his lifeless body, but it was no use. There was nothing I could do. He was gone, and I w

The warmth had already drained from him. The world felt like

his voice soft, almost like a warning. "I'll make sure you learn what it means to b

making it hard to breathe. How dare he? How dare he t

this is over?" I hissed, my voice barely recognizable. "You thin

ent. "You're just like your brother," he said, his voice

pulled me away from Gio's body. "Take her to the car," Hades ordered,

trong, too relentless. My feet dragged against the ground as I was sho

e door slammed shut

, hidden in the shadows, watching me. His

fat

ped a beat. My father. What was he doing here? Why w

into the seat, my mind racing. My father. He had to k

e feeling that something was wrong. Something

saw Hades. Standing alone in the all

have be

e cold, unshakable re

ped as I saw a shadow dart across the street ahead. A figure, standin

y weren