Lorenzo

Christopher's guards raised their guns in unison, their fingers tightening on the triggers.

"Shoot!" Christopher's voice cut through the silence like a knife, his command echoing off the walls.

I turned to face him, shock and disbelief warring within me. "Really? You want to shoot? Eva's with me right now. Do you realize that?"

His laughter rang out, a chilling sound that sent a slight shiver down my spine. "I don't care," he declared, his voice dripping with malice. "If Eva needs to die because of you, then so be it. It's a lovely ending, don't you think? A tragic love story, dying together."

His words were laced with...