Angelo was right. It does get easier the second time….especially when someone you care about is on the line.
The bodies dropped like dominos, one after another, until silence swallowed the room whole. My hands were still trembling, but not from fear. Not anymore. It was adrenaline, pure and sharp, pumping through me like fire. The smell of gunpowder clung to the air, acrid and heavy, mixing with the metallic tang of blood.
By the time I was done, even Castellano couldn’t withstand my wrath. He looked at me like he’d seen the devil wear my skin. His men faltered, scattered, their courage dissolving the second they realized the balance had shifted.
I could feel eyes on me. Angelo’s men, shadows leaning against the walls, hands resting on their weapons. They weren’t looking at me like I wa
