Page 35 of Inherting the Mafia

My breath caught in my throat when I heard a low groan behind me. The room was dark, but when I turned I could still see a human form on the floor next to the wall.

I swallowed tightly and slowly, cautiously walked over. It wasn't until I was right in front of the person and squatted down that I realized it was Vito.

At least, I think it was Vito. Whoever this guy was, his face looked like he'd been beat with a meat cleaver.

"Hey," I whispered.

When I didn't get a response, I reached over and pressed a finger to the pulse at the base of his neck. Thankfully, I found one and his was steady.

I wasn't sure how to wake him. I couldn't exactly slap him on the face to wake him up. It looked like he'd been slapped plenty already.

I grabbed his shoulder and gave him a good shake. "Hey, wake up."

The man groaned, his head lifting and flopping about before he steadied it. His eyelids fluttered and lifted.

"Tony?"

So, it was Vito.

"Can you move?" I asked.

"I'm not sure."

"We really need to get out of here." I knew eventually, someone would come. I didn't think we wanted to be here when they did.

"Where are we?"

"I haven't got a clue."

I just knew I didn't want to be here.

Chapter Ten

~Vittorio ~

My teeth hurt.

My hair follicles hurt.

My toenails hurt.

Everything hurt.

I didn't want to move, but I could hear the anxiety and fear in Tony's voice and knew we needed to get out of here. Wherever here was.

"Help me up."

Tony grabbed my arm and started to pull me to my feet, but I grunted when agony ripped through my abdomen. I distinctly remember some guy wailing on me, paying special attention to my stomach and kidney area.

I was going to be pissing blood for a week.

"Slowly," I warned Tony. "Pretty sure I have a few cracked or broken ribs." At least, it felt like it.

That was going to make getting out of here a lot harder.

I grit my teeth and then nodded to Tony. He pulled on my arm and I slowly stood. Once I was on my feet, I closed my eyes and took a moment to just breathe.

Surprisingly, now that I was standing, my ribs didn't hurt quiet as much as they had when I was sitting. They still ached like hell, but I didn't feel like my ribs were going to go through my skin anymore.

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