Poisoned Blood

Massimo stood over Dario’s broken body.

His men were all quiet, weapons lowered, waiting for his command, but Massimo heard none of it.

All he saw was his brother.

Dario was slumped against a concrete pillar, one arm hanging uselessly at his side, blood soaking through his sleeve from where Massimo had shot him. His face was pale, too pale, yet his lips curved into something dangerously close to a