Only hate left

GIOVANNI’S POV We worked for another hour, and it felt almost normal again. "I'm heading out," I said finally, standing and immediately regretting it as my ribs protested. "Carlo's meeting me to go over the northern routes. We need to plug those holes before they get worse." "You sure you're up for this?" Enzo asked. "You got your ass kicked less than twenty-four hours ago." I shrugged, rearranging my limp hand in my cast. "I'm fine." "You're limping." He pointed out. "I said I'm fine." I grabbed my jacket, moving toward the door. "Call me if anything comes up with Genoa." Outside, Carlo was already waiting by the car, scrolling through his phone. He looked up when I approached, his eyes widening slightly at my battered face. He straightened immediately. "Boss. You okay?" I waved him off. "Fine. Let's go." The drive to the harbor took thirty minutes. Carlo talked the whole way about updates on shipments, concerns about Rivera activity in our territory, and questions about reassignmen