As Elena blinked her eyes open, she saw Massimo's men dragging away the traitor, Don Conti—who wasn't moving at all. The band was playing again, though no one was dancing. Everyone near Elena had already moved, and they gave Massimo a similar wide berth.
She struggled to lift her upper body from the floor and get a better look around. A shooting pain through her shoulder halted her movement.
Instinctively, Elena lifted her other arm to her injury. Her fingers didn't make contact with her skin though. There was a man's jacket over it.
Her boss's jacket.
"Don't use that as a bandage, doctor," Massimo said flatly.
Massimo took back his jacket and knelt down next to Elena. He placed a towel on top of her wound.
None too gently.
Elena gasped as she saw stars from her intense pain.
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