VINCENZO'S POV
The silence that followed was heavy and weighed down on all of us as they all stared at me, confusion swirling in their gazes.
The doctor came, and I sat in silence, ignoring the sharp pain that made me clench my fists, my nails digging into my palm as I struggled to concentrate on anything else apart from the feeling of being poked. He had suggested anesthesia but be damned if I was going to be knocked out in times like this; the pain wasn't that bad either way; I had certainly learned to endure gunshot wounds over the years.
After he was done with his job a few hours later of listening to Master LaRosa bark orders at his men and still yielding the same reports, we all just stood there, silent.
