Allison's POV

The gunshots exploded in the room with a bang and ricocheted through me with the force of a hundred grenades.

Luca tilted over to the back with a sharp, deep gasp. He staggered for a brief moment, his hand pressed on his stomach, now housing a pulpy hole and leaking deep red blood.

God! I’d shot him. I’d shot my husband. I’d shot the man I love.

“Luca.” I screamed. I dropped the gun and shook off Henry's grip on my fingers. I ran to Luca, kneeling beside him. My ...