Though her hands were trembling, Victoria never stopped aiming at that despicable man’s chest. Tony, indifferent, let out a mocking laugh.

"If Salvatore doesn’t die today, he’ll make me pay for this dearly in the future."

When she saw him raise the knife over his head, ready to drive it into Salvatore’s jugular, she didn’t hesitate any longer: she pulled the trigger.

Tony’s hot blood splattered her face, and the gun fell to the ground beside Salvatore’s body. Victoria shut her eyes tightly, but she did not regret it.

She exhaled upon hearing firm footsteps approaching. It was Jordano and several of Salvatore’s men.

Jordano wasted no time and began...