Page 75 of Mafia Don's Secret Twins

Aware that Marisol is watching me, I limp away, back to the spot in the barracks that Souza gave us.

I need to get my shit together. I need to figure out if my collarbone is broken.

But most of all, I need to figure out how the fuck I’m going to win this shit.

Johnny, unsurprisingly, is one of the first to recover.

I didn’t knock him out that badly. Choking out is an easy one to recover from.

“Bro,” he says, a big grin on his face. “That was fucking epic.”

“I need you to set my collarbone,” I tell him.

Johnny blinks. “Bro?”

“Here,” I gesture to him. After spending the better part of an hour poking at it, I figure that it at least has a hairline fracture.

I’m going to need to set it. I have a makeshift sling, made from a pillowcase, and I think that if I can just get it fuckin’ straight, I’ll be able to keep it semi-immobile unless I’m out jumping through Benicio’s hoops.

Johnny blinks at me. “You want me to set your collarbone.”

“Yeah. Didn’t you spend like six months as a medic?”

He shakes his head. “Yeah but like that was a fuckin’ minute ago, and I was dishonorably discharged bro.”

“For setting collarbones?”

Johnny shuffles. “Nah man, for smoking weed.”

I sigh and gesture him closer. “Set my fucking collarbone,” I growl at him.

Blinking, Johnny steps back. “Jesus Christ. Okay. Let me just…”

I whip off my shirt, and he winces as he looks at the bruises covering me. “I think a broken collarbone might be the least of your problems,” he says, eying the spot where my ribs are bruised so badly you can’t see the tattoos on my skin anymore.

“Not broken. Collarbone,” I point to it.

“Are you sure you need me to set it? Normally that stuff kinda just heals on its own with immobility.”

“There’s a piece of it that’s not in the right spot,” I grit. The feeling of your bones being in an incorrect place is notpleasant, and talking about it is making the whole situation even worse. “Set. My fucking. Bone.”

“Jesus okay. Hold on…” Johnny presses his thumbs on either side of the broken bone.

The pain is blinding. I grit my teeth so hard that I hear one of them crack. Johnny’s hands move, and with a little bit of a snap, I feel a dizzying wave.

It’s in pace.

Panting, I wave my good hand at the pillowcase I made into a sling. Johnny eases me into it. Once I have it on, I collapse on my bed.

I’m in so much fuckin’ pain, I feel like I’m going to throw up.

The nausea overwhelms me and I break out into a sweat. The only thing I can focus on is the rise and fall of my breath.

I let everything else fade.

In.

Out.

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