Gunfire erupted around me like thunder. The warehouse windows shattered, raining glass down like deadly rain. My men scattered behind rusted shipping containers, their guns answering the ambush with fury.
But I stood frozen, staring at Sophia.
The woman who had held my hand at my mother's funeral. Who had taught me to braid my hair. Who had whispered secrets under blankets during childhood sleepovers. She stood there wearing Vincenzo's ring like a crown, and the betrayal cut deeper than any bullet could.
"Abby, get down!" Lucky tackled me behind a concrete barrier just as bullets chewed up the ground where I had been standing.
The shooting stopped suddenly. In the silence that followed, slow clapping echoed from inside the warehouse.
"Magnificent!" Enzo's voice carried across the ship
