The mafia leader’s grip on the gun wavered.

Using the girl as bait was pointless, Rafael wasn’t backing down. No backup was coming for either of them, and the leader knew it. Fear crept into his eyes.

With a sharp breath, he yanked the gun away from Celia’s head, shifting his aim to Rafael.

Too late.

Bang.

Rafael fired first. The bullet slammed into the man’s chest. Another followed before he could even react. A third sent him crashing to the floor, blood pooling ...