(Dual POV: Armando and Olivia)
Olivia’s POV
The evening was unraveling before my eyes.
One moment, I was standing at Ferro’s side, feigning composure while navigating a room filled with polished predators. The next, I was staring at a waiter crumpled to the floor, clutching his hand as blood seeped through his fingers.
The room had gone silent, the chatter and clinking of glasses replaced by the deafening echo of Ferro’s gunshot.
“Let that be a reminder,” Ferro said calmly, his gun still aimed at the trembling man on the floor. “If you can’t do your job properly, you’ll face the consequences.”
I wanted to scream, to shove Ferro away and help the waiter, but I was frozen in place, my pulse pounding in my ears. The waiter was just serving me a drink when he mistakenly spilled it on my
