OLIVIA
Antonio stood perfectly still in the center of the bedroom. He looked back and forth between us, his face a mask of absolute, lethal authority.
"How do you two plan to settle this?" Antonio asked. His voice was calm, but it carried the heavy, crushing weight of a deadly boss demanding answers.
Bruno did not speak. He stood near the open doorway, the silver gun hanging loosely at his side. His chest heaved with violent, angry breaths. He glared at his father, completely silent and fuming. He had been baited like a stupid animal, and his massive ego could barely handle the humiliation.
I crossed my arms tightly over my chest. I glared at the floor, refusing to look at either of them. The tension in the room was suffocating.
"You took a sacred vow," Antonio continued, his hazel e
