“…Lorenzo…” she called again, her voice was barely there. But it hit harder than anything else. Lorenzo froze.
The gun was still aimed at Marco’s head, finger tight on the trigger. One shot was all it would take and it will all be over. The five years of betrayal, blood and lies would be finished.
Marco smiled up at him, bruised and bleeding but still dangerous.
“Go on,” he whispered. “End it.”
But Lorenxo couldn't move because behind him Isabella was dying and for the first time in a very long time….
He hesitated.
As time stretched, the tension became suffocating as his mind was split between two choices. Revenge Or her. Power…Or family.
The man he had always been or the man he could become.
Marco saw that c***k and the hesitation in his demeanour and he laughed low and knowing.
