[Salvo's Pov---Hospital Room]
I sat on the couch, in this fucking gilded cage of a VIP hospital room—where Alfio lay, still breathing. Barely. Machines hummed around him, like weak guardians trying to keep him tethered to this rotten world.
The door opened with a creak. Enzo stepped in, his face carrying that smug loyalty he always wore. "Boss," he said, voice low. "Everything went according to plan."
I leaned back, gaze fixed on him. "Did that bastard die?"
Enzo's lips twitched into a grim smile. "I made sure. He's nothing but ashes now—burned completely."
I nodded once, sharp and final. "Good. Keep an eye on Riccardo's father. Don't let that old snake crawl out of his hole."
He bowed slightly and left, the door clicking shut, sealing me again with the boy in the bed.
