Chapter 65 I Don't Need Your Apology

The screech of tires against the pavement shattered the silence of Rehma's outskirts. A black SUV rammed through the iron gate of the safe house like a berserk beast. "Hurry!" Lucia swung the car door open, her voice trembling without her realizing it. Matteo jumped out of the driver's seat and, along with two of his trusted men, dragged the bloodied man from the backseat. Alessandro was half-conscious. His blood seeped along the edge of his bulletproof vest, forming a shocking red trail on the concrete floor. "To the basement operating room," Lucia ordered, swiftly entering the door's password. "No hospital—none of them are safe right now. East Eurorian eyes are everywhere." Matteo panted, carrying one of Alessandro's arms. "Donna Bellini, he's lost too much blood, and we're ill-equipped here. What if—" "No 'what ifs'," Lucia cut him off, her gaze icy. "You must save his life." Alessandro was laid heavily on the metal operating table. The light fell on his pale face. Once arro