Luciano
For a few seconds after the gunshot, I stood where I had fallen on the floor.
The room was quiet again, but the silence felt heavy, thick with the smell of gunpowder and blood.
My body ached from the fight. Every muscle felt strained, and my breathing was still uneven. Slowly, I pushed myself up from the floor and leaned against the edge of the table for support.
My eyes moved to the body lying a few feet away from me.
The masked man was sprawled on his back, completely still.
Dead.
I exhaled slowly, running a hand through my hair. Whoever had sent him had clearly underestimated me.
A terrible mistake that person had made. To think I was going to be killed that way.
I walked toward the body and crouched beside him. From the drawer near my bed, I pulled out a pair of black
