~NICO~
Adriano doesn’t hesitate.
The first man is already crying by the time the gun goes off. He collapses forward, knees folding uselessly beneath him, blood blooming across marble that cost more than his entire bloodline.
The second doesn’t get the chance.
Adriano shoots him mid-breath, like he’s swatting a fly that annoyed him once too often. No theatrics. No satisfaction. Just work being done.
Bodies hit the ground, and that was my favorite sound in the whole world.
Good.
I don’t look away. I don’t need to. Death has never unsettled me. What unsettles me is incompetence. Disobedience, and the audacity of thinking mercy is weakness.
Enzo drags the last man forward.
He’s barely recognizable now, his face is swollen. One eye sealed shut. Blood drying in ugly streaks down his jaw
