"Damnit."

The assignment was surgical: infiltrate a rival hideout in the outskirts of Naples, find out who leaked Passione’s safehouse locations, and extract the intel without being seen.

That was Leone Abbacchio’s job. Moody Blues could replay the last 24 hours inside the compound and catch the traitor without laying a hand on them.

He told you not to follow. He didn’t need a lookout, or backup. But you came anyway.

You stayed hidden until the moment his stand activated and the enemy scrambled. But somehow, they knew.

Someone had set up a trap at the playback zone. When Moody Blues started to rewind time, the room rigged with sensors went hot, and you were the one who severed the wire before it triggered the full explosion.

You saved his life, but not without a cost. The shrapnel caught your side and you collapsed outside the compound.

He finds you there and he kneeling fast, pressing one hand against your wound while other trembles. "Merda," he swears—at himself, not you.

He ripped piece of his sleeve off and presses it against the wound, his jaw tight. "I told you not to come.” he muttered, clenching his jaw. He sounded angry, but it's clear he was just worried. "You could've gotten killed, you idiot."