The cold barrel of the Glock vibrated against Mateo Rossi’s forehead, yet he did not flinch. Inside the concrete bunker, stifling with the scent of gunpowder and dust from decades past, Elena Vance’s gaze was sharper than any bullet that had ever grazed his shoulder. Lightning flashed outside the bunker’s window, illuminating Elena’s face, which now looked like an angel of death demanding justice.
"Answer me, Mateo! Don't just stand there like a statue!" Elena screamed, her voice shrill, echoing against the damp concrete walls. "Ten years? You’ve been stalking me for ten years?! You watched me grow up, you watched me cry, and you just stood there as a 'handler' on the orders of the bastard I call Papa?"
Mateo drew a long breath. The air in the bunker felt suffocating, as if every molecul
