As soon as the door shut behind her, she sank to the cold floor, her knees giving out beneath her. The weight of what she had just seen pressed hard on her chest. Her hands trembled, her eyes wide with shock. Vito had killed a man, It wasn't just a killing, it was an execution. Three bullets straight to the man's head. No hesitation, and no mercy.
The man had begged for his life. He told Vito he couldn't give him what he wanted. If he did, his wife and two children would be killed. His voice had cracked, his eyes wet with fear. But Vito hadn't flinched. He didn't care, he shot the man like he was nothing, like a fly to be swatted. Blood everywhere, the echo of the gun still rang in her ears.
She sat there, frozen. Her mind screamed at her to move, to run. This place… this house, was a pr
