Marco's POV
The world stood still... For a moment, it felt like I had died...
NO! NO!! NO!!!
The piercing groan of Madre, coupled with her firm grasp, triggered something dark, feral... lethal.
Aiming for the neck of the assassin that had shot her, I buried my bullets there, where he wouldn't immediately die. I needed him to taste the gate of hell and starve him of water before shoving his ass in.
With my mother clutched to my chest, I wrapped her in my bosom, arms facing the opposite as I shot sporadically, spreading bullets about like scattered seeds, with pallets falling to the ground with a dramatic clatter.
Everyone crouched to the ground, guests, assassins, my men likewise. Taking shield, the others retreated, scared of my wrath. Lorenzo rushed in, covering the back of my bleed
