Alex

The ringing in my ears wouldn’t stop. It was the only thing keeping me awake—the echo of the gunshot that had torn through my body.

I could still see Adriano’s face clearly. Cold and heartless. His finger had been steady on the trigger, like killing me meant nothing to him. No pause. No guilt. Just ice-cold hatred in his eyes when the bullet ripped into my side.

The pain had been unbearable. I remembered stumbling and falling, my blood splashing across the marble ...