The shot rang out— --- —and everything slowed. --- “Elena!” --- Pain never came. --- Instead— a body hit the ground. --- Alejandro staggered back. --- Blood spreading across his chest. --- His gun slipped from his hand as he looked down, shock flickering across his face. --- Then— he fell. --- Behind him— one of Alessandro’s men stood frozen, gun still raised. --- The silence that followed was deafening. --- For a moment— no one moved. --- No one breathed. --- --- Then Alessandro was there. --- Crossing the distance in seconds. --- “Elena—” --- His hands were on her instantly, checking, searching, making sure— --- “I’m okay,” she said quickly, her voice shaking. “I’m okay—” --- But he didn’t stop. Didn’t trust it. --- Not until he saw it for him

