The voice was so cold I felt slivers of ice slide over my burning skin, but it was also very familiar. So very familiar. Yet I had nothing to say to him, so I stayed where I was on the floor, although I did sit up onto my knees, wincing when they protested the change in weight, and wiped the tears from my face and the blood from my mouth.

There was a knock on the bedroom door. “Boss?”

“I’m fine,” Luigi answered. “Stay where you are.” He didn’t move away from me. “I was wondering when you were going to show up. Honestly, Enzo, I was disappointed when you...