A cold sweat drenched my back as I stared fixedly behind Ethan, praying for a miracle.
But none came—only a monster stepped forward.
Anthony emerged slowly from behind Ethan, racked his pistol, and fired a shot into the air.
Bang.
The gunshot shattered the church's once-bustling noise into dead quiet.
"Anyone who values their life, get the hell out!" Anthony snarled.
When the crowd just dropped to their knees in defiance, his rage exploded. He fired another warning shot skyward.
Ethan gripped his wrist. "Brother, we're on foreigners' turf. They don't understand you."
Anthony's lips curled into a sneer. "Then we'll just kill them all. Easy fix."
Lucas's hand on my arm shook violently as his lips moved weakly, urging the guests to flee.
Officers herded the crowd out, and as the las
