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My eyes snap to her, and she recoils, trying to hide behind her cousin.
“Tell me what happened,” I order, my tone low and deadly.
“I was approached by one of the doctors who asked if I wanted to make extra money. When he told me what the job would entail, I agreed because I knew the Cosa Nostra is against organ trafficking and would need all the information I could get. I also thought I’d be able to help the patient. I called Antonio, and he rushed over, but by the time I arrived, they already had Giulio on a bypass machine.” The words leave her in a rush, each one filled with fear. “They already removed his organs and were getting ready to transport them.” She covers her mouth with a trembling hand. “I’m so sorry, Mr. Torrisi. There was nothing I could do.”
“Everyone get out,” I growl as my eyes lock on Guilio again. “Now!”
Only when the door shuts behind the last person to leave do I move to the side of the operating table and look down at Giulio’sbruised face. His nose is broken, and his left eye’s swollen. There’s dried blood on the side of his head and purple marks around his neck.
I continue to inspect him, noticing the broken skin over his knuckles. There are no gunshots or stab wounds.
My eyes flick back to his face, and seeing the deathly paleness of his skin, the heartbreak slams so fucking hard into me, it forces me to take a step back.
Lifting a hand, I grip the back of my neck as I start to shake my head.
“No.” The single word is nothing more than a groan.
I move closer to the operating table he’s lying on, and leaning over my little brother, I frame his beaten-up face with trembling hands.
Feeling how cold he is, a breath explodes over my lips before a broken cry is ripped from my very soul.
Pressing my forehead to his, the unbearable pain of losing my brother makes it feel like my soul is hemorrhaging.
In my line of work, I’ve experienced loss before, but nothing like this.
The grim sorrow mixes with uncontrollable rage, driving me to the brink of insanity.
Straightening up, I’m barely able to control my breathing as I glance around the room again. Seeing the cooler boxes, I dart around the operating table to get to them and open one after the other, only to find organs.
They’re marked, indicating which organ is which and where they’re heading.
Seeing his heart, a hard tremor wracks through my body. It’s so fucking intense it feels like the fucking ground quakes beneath my feet.
I can’t think rationally, and picking up the container with Guilio’s heart, I sink to my ass and grip it to my chest.
Closing my eyes, I hear my breaths saw over my lips.
And then I hear Giulio’s laughter.
I see his infectious smile.
Every memory I have of him bombards me. I have no idea how much time passes before I come to my senses.
My sorrow blends with rage until it becomes a murderous need for revenge.
I’ll hunt every single person involved until rivers of blood fill the streets of New York.
Chapter 4
Renzo
Opening the door, my eyes land on the nurse, and I order, “Open him up and put his organs back in his body.”
Pale as fuck, she nods as she cautiously steps into the truck.
Elio follows her inside, his face torn with worry and grief as he says, “This is fucked up.”
“Was Antonio the first man here?” I ask, my eyes already locking on my soldier.
