LENA POV
The gala, once a scene of high society glamour, had descended into chaos. The bang of the first gunshot shattered the false security in the air.
It echoed through the hall like the crack of thunder. The second shot followed quickly, sharper, closer, and the people inside erupted into panic.
Screams and cries filled the space, the sound of high heels slapping against marble floors blending with the frantic push and shove of people trying to escape. But they were trapped. All exits were sealed—every door locked tight, windows covered. No one could get out.
Rafe had already pulled out his phone, his voice a low, furious growl as he shouted into it. "What the f**k is going on?" His face, usually calm and collected, twisted into something colder. "Get the doors open," he snapped,
