Luciano’s POV
For a second after the gun fired, I thought the bullet had hit me.
The sound rang in my ears, loud and sharp, bouncing against the concrete walls of the underground parking lot.
I blinked once, trying to steady my breathing. My chest rose and fell slowly as I looked down at myself. My hands felt heavy from the fight, my knuckles were bruised, and split open. Blood smeared across my fingers, but it wasn’t mine.
I lifted my arm slightly.
No wound.
So the bullet had not hit me.
Then who?
My eyes moved back to Santiago.
He was lying on the floor, stretched awkwardly across the concrete. The gun had fallen beside him again. His chest barely moved. Blood spread slowly beneath his shoulder like dark paint leaking across the ground.
His eyes were half open but empty.
He wa
