Fabrizio’s POV
The silence was deafening in the aftermath, a stark contrast to the fury that had filled the room just moments before. Salvatore Castellano lay motionless, the finality of it settling over me. The man who had dared to go after Tabitha, who had inflicted unspeakable pain, was gone. But the satisfaction I’d anticipated felt hollow.
Beside me, Tabitha stood still, her gaze fixed on Salvatore’s lifeless form. Her hand was steady on the pistol, her face unreadable. This moment had been a long time coming, and yet, as I watched her, I knew that even this victory couldn’t erase the scars left behind.
I reached out, gently lowering her arm, the metal cold against my hand. “It’s over,” I said quietly, though the words sounded hollow even to me.
She looked up at me, her eyes searc
