SALVATORE GIANLUCA

Kane's eyes locked onto mine, his brutal attack about to strike. But no one had ever gotten what they wanted from me, and my damn right-hand man wouldn’t be the exception. As I felt the syringe brush against my skin, barely grazing it before piercing, I stretched out my hand with the last ounce of strength I had left and struck his wrist.

The syringe flew across the room, and Kane lunged at me.

"Son of a bitch!" he growled furiously, his hands wrapping around my neck, squeezing tightly, trying to choke the life out of me. Unfortunately, my body was so weak that I couldn’t fight back...