Kira’s POV
Boom.
The plates scattered.
Food exploded across the table and floor, pasta and soup flying in all directions, sauce painting the walls. A bit of it splashed on me. I turned to Gia, startled. Everyone recoiled instinctively, a ripple of shock moving through the room.
I shifted my chair back quickly, trying to brush off a few stray strands of spaghetti that clung to my dress.
Then I looked up to find the source of the gunshot, and the loud crack still echoed in the silence. My eyes landed on the man seated on Hugo's right, he had a long jagged scar that ran from the arch of his eyebrow down to the edge of his nose, giving him a sharp brutal edge.. he was clad in a tailored suit, now standing with a gun in his hand.
And he had just shot a plate of spaghetti, without caring t
