Made in Love and Blood

Sal figured it came down to blood and loyalty for the boss and the capo. Eight?” Coach continued to rant while Frankie spit out her mouthguard, full of saliva and blood, into the trash bin next to the team’s bench. She was too busy tapping Nico’s cheek and squeezing his bloodied, bruised hand that hadn’t even gotten the chance to heal before he beat it into someone else’s face. “Sorry for the lack of introduction, kiddo. Salvatore pushed his daughter’s wedding to the top of his priority list the moment he could stop praying that the smallest of his babies would finally make it off supplemented oxygen and be released from the NICU.