Elsa

Marco jerks me closer and starts moving backward. “I’ve lost nothing. I still have your puttanella. I’ll kill her.”

Marcello prowls forward, his gun remaining trained on Marco. “You die either way.”

“Put down your gun or I’ll shoot her. Right fucking now!” Marco shakes me, his arm coming around my throat, and I gasp.

Something flashes on Marcello's face at the sound, but he doesn’t take his gun off Marco. “I don’t think so. You are going to let her go.”

“Wrong, I’m going to keep her. I think I will let her watch as I kill you.”

“Gabrielle!” Marcello shouts, his voice echoing in the large space....