ALINA
I had never seen Pietro lose his cool. I had never heard him raise his voice. Not once in my life.
Now, he shouted the word at Roberto, his words like a blade that made the tension wound tighter.
"Lower the gun, Roberto, or I'll blow your brains out." He snarled at Roberto.
I turned my head slowly, my breath tight in my chest. Pietro stood with his gun raised, his hands steady, his legs spread firmly on the floor.
The room had changed.
More guns were out now. Each man pointed at another, waiting for the first shot to be fired.
My fingers brushed the table, just to remind myself that this was reality.
This was dangerous. One wrong move and the whole room would turn into a bloodbath.
I had no gun.
I swallowed, forcing myself to look at Roberto. His hand
