Chapter 110 Tensions

• Ghost POV
• He’s awake, but barely. His body is heavy against mine, his weight pressing into me like he can’t quite hold himself up. I want to get him out of here, out of this fucking office with its bloodstained floors and the lingering stench of Giovanni’s cologne. But I don’t push. He’ll move when he’s ready.
• Sal watches me, waiting, but I shake my head. Not now. Piling more onto Prince while he’s still trying to piece himself back together is the worst thing we could do. He needs time to understand what happened before we shove more reality onto his shoulders.