"Seven years, Valeria. Seven years of your pathetic loyalty, and what did it get you? Five dead children and a husband who never even considered you his wife." Seraphina's hand drifted to a silver tray beside her, where a scalpel glinted under the light.
"But don't worry, I'll make this quick." She stepped forward, and placed the scalpel on my face, marking a cut on my cheek. Her hand drifted down to my stomach and before she could make the cut on my belly—
A gunfire erupted. Seraphina staggered back, the scalpel slipping from her fingers as bullets tore through the walls.
In the chaos, I hit the ground, scraping my body, and rolling behind a stack of crates. The gunshots were unstoppable. Men were shouting, bodies dropping. Through the chaos, I caught sight of a familiar figure storming through the warehouse doors.
Santino.
He emerged through the chaos as Lorenzo, Seraphina, and Enzo stood in the middle with Santino's men circling them and aiming their guns at them.
"Mr. Santino," Lorenzo greeted, trying to keep his voice steady but the tremble was evident, "What are you doing here?"
Santino smirked, cold, cruel, and manipulative.
"Protecting what's mine."