Sofia's POV
The sharp click of the revolver’s hammer echoed off the cold concrete walls like a c***k of thunder.
I lay frozen on the oil-stained floor, my breath caught in my throat, my hands scraped and raw. The harsh glare of the SUV’s headlights blinded me, casting a halo around Daniella’s silhouette. She stood over me, looking down like a queen enjoying the execution of a traitor. Beside her, a few feet away, Gael’s body lay still, a terrifying pool of dark blood slowly spreading across the pale pavement.
"Did you really think it would be that easy, Sofia?" Daniella asked, her voice light, almost melodic, as if we were having tea instead of standing in a blood-soaked basement. "Did you honestly think you could just walk out of here, pick up some little key, and undo everything I’
