"Shoot him now, damn it!" Helena screamed, but Salvatore's hands trembled uncontrollably.

A brutal roar shook the air outside the mansion. Victoria covered her ears, and Helena flinched, instinctively bringing a hand to her chest.

Salvatore's phone vibrated insistently. It was Marcell.

"What the hell is going on, Marcell?"

"Sir, you need to move. Now. Take shelter in the secret bunker, at the back. They're attacking us… there are too many. We don't know who they are, or how they got in."

"What? Where's Jordano?" Salvatore's voice broke as his face lost its color.

"He's coming in through the kitchen. Sir, please… be careful."

Salvatore felt the burning rage climbing...