Marco POV
I remember the smell of iron that night. How it hung in the air so thick, it made my throat itch. The silence after the gunshot was louder than the bang itself. Real silence. The kind that makes your ears ring and your chest go tight like you can't breathe right.
Enzo's hands were shaking like hell. His shirt stuck to his chest, soaked in red. Not his blood... But it didn't matter. He stood there like he'd just died too.
I stood over the body. Some asshole from the viscari side - I don't even remember his name now. I just remember his face. The surprise frozen on it. Eyes open. Still. Done.
I was much older. Already knee-deep in s**t I couldn't crawl out of. And that night? That was the first time I ever saw what fear really looked like in a boy's eyes.
He dropped the gun. I
