Elsa

“You like to leave with a bang, don’t you?” I hear Gabrielle saying and pushing a pill under my tongue. “Now, now, Elsa, calm down.”

My heart is pounding like crazy, but soon it starts slowing down. Then the door to the room swings open and Marcello barges in, with the gun stuck behind his belt.

He kneels by my side and stares at me, his face a mask of fear.

“Did you kill him?” I ask in a whisper, praying that he didn’t.

“No.”

I breathe out and turn onto my back.

“I only shot off his hands. He won’t be touching you again,” he replies, getting up...