Chapter 8

I froze.

Through the mist, a figure dragged a mangled leg out of the alleyway.

Mud and dried blood caked his face.

It was Jasper.

"Die, you son of a bitch!" Jasper screamed, firing wildly. 

The bullet grazed Nicolo’s hand.

Instantly, the Serra family bodyguards materialized from the shadows, g...