But Santino was looking at her. And he didn't like what he saw. With zero hesitation, he raised his gun and shot her in the leg. Seraphina's scream tore through the warehouse, high-pitched and agonized.
Lorenzo didn't move. Neither did Santino's men. Only I flinched. Not because I pitied her, but because Santino didn't hesitate even a little. Santino twirled the gun in his hand, completely unfazed as he glanced at Lorenzo.
"This was for hurting Valeria." Santino's voice was flat. Final. While Lorenzo's jaw locked, hands clenched at his sides, but he didn't move, because he couldn't.
"This isn't finished, Ricci, especially not for her." Lorenzo exhaled slowly, hinting at Seraphina, as Santino stepped forward, with me still clinging onto his neck. "I hope you sleep well tonight." Then, without another glance, he turned his back and carried me out of the warehouse and into his car with him.
The vehicle sped off as I sat in silence, my heart thundering inside my chest. I was free, or so I thought. Santino exhaled, tossing a bloodied envelope onto my lap.