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A gunshot rings out outside on the street. Another one, and then another.

What the fuck?

I run to the window and look down. I can see a commotion and people running out from the building, but I can’t see what’s happened.

“Attack!” I hear Lorenzo’s voice cry out. “Downstairs. Go!”

I run out to see our men running toward the stairwell on high alert.

I grab my gun and follow them. I take the steps two at a time.

Hurry, hurry.

The door opens in the foyer, and my heart drops at the sheer horror before me.

I see Sergio lying in a crumpled heap—a bullet hole in his head. His brains are scattered across the marble floor.

Next to him lies Sofia, her lifeless eyes staring up at the ceiling. She’s still clutching her designer bag.

I drop to the floor beside her. “Sofia,” I whisper as I pick up her hand. “Sofia, Sofia!” I cry.

A puddle of dark blood pools around her, and I see that she’s been shot through the chest.

I shake her. “Wake up, wake up.” I look up at the surrounding buildings around us.

My blood runs cold. Dear God.

I look back down as I watch the life slip away from her. She’s dead.

Chapter 31

ENRICO

“This way, Mr. Ferrara.”

I’m led into the police station by an officer for routine questioning over Sofia’s and Sergio’s deaths.

I’m shaken to my very core. Devastated.

They died because of me.

Once in the interview room, I take a seat.

“The chief will be here in a moment, sir.”

I force a smile. “Thank you.”

I sit for five minutes in the silence, my mind going over and over the last hour.

I keep hearing the gunshots—seeing their crumpled bodies. I hear the ambulance sirens in the distance as they arrived.

I watch them being put onto stretchers as paparazzi cameras click and click and click without remorse.

This is a dark day.

I think back to how hard and cold I was to Sofia only moments before she died. Because of me.

My chest constricts and I inhale through a shaky breath.