Wounded but Victorious

Aiden's POV

Pain.

A searing, sharp pain tore through my side, hot and unforgiving, like fire licking at my skin.

I staggered, my hand instinctively pressing against my stomach, and when I pulled it back, crimson stained my fingers.

Damn it.

I barely had time to process the wound before—

BANG!

The second gunshot rang out, echoing through the empty street.

Kane let out a strangled yell as he crumpled to the ground, clutching his leg where the bullet had torn through flesh. His screams of pain filled the morning air as he writhed, blood pooling beneath him.

I turned my head slightly, catching the furious glint in Don Carlo's eyes as he lowered his gun, his expression a mask of pure rage.

He had shot without hesitation.

Without mercy.

"You idiot," Don Carlo growled, stepping toward Kane, his voice dripping with disgust. "You think you can betray your own family and walk away unscathed? You shot my son!"