ELENA

Immediately the gun touched my temple, my blood ran cold. My chest pounded as my body went still. I tried to move, but his grip was strong.

The room had fallen deathly silent, Lorenzo’s body still sprawled across the floor, blood splattered everywhere like gruesome painting.

“Put your fucking guns down,” Papá ordered, standing up from his chair. His face, a mix of shock and worry.

“Put the gun down, and we can talk about this,” Papà said, taking a cautious step towards us.

“Do not fucking come close, or there will be more than one body on the floor,” Alessandro growled, His voice sending shivers down my spine....