Not After This

Alonso's head felt like cotton and his mouth felt dryer than sandpaper. For once, he wished he hadn't woken up again. Sadly for him, lady luck was not on his side.

The right-hand man rasped out a low groan as he rolled on his side to avoid the light.

Concussion, check. Busted lip and black eye? Absolutely. His muscles were only fire as well. Millions of tiny demonic flames poking stabbing with every move he made.

He probably should have been glad nothing was broken. At least not that he could feel yet...

Instead, 'fuck him' were the first words Alonoso mouthed the moment he had the energy to get his mouth working.

No way in fucking hell would he easily forgive Jovani after all of this. This was not what he signed up for.