Chapter 54

Clara

Normally, the operating room was peace. Focus. Determination.

Right now, it felt like chaos. The beeping machines. The overlapping voices barking instructions, calling out numbers. Metal instruments clattering against metal trays.

And in the center of all the madness lay Dario Lucchese. Pale, unconscious, bleeding from a deep bullet wound in his side.

My fingers shook.

I stood over him, hand