Chiara
The barrel of the gun pressed against my forehead, sending shivers through my spine.
My knees buckled, and I almost collapsed, but the wall behind me held me up. I couldn’t breathe, couldn’t think. All I could feel was the terror clawing up my throat, making my vision blur with hot tears.
I hated guns being pointed at me; I always felt like fingers could slip, and then that would be the end of me.
“I didn’t see anything! I swear, I didn’t see anything!” The words tumbled out in a desperate whisper, my voice shaking.
Please, God, don’t let him pull the trigger. Don’t let his finger slip.
My heart hammered so hard it hurt, and I badly wished I could escape or run, but I was trapped, and at this point, running wasn’t an option—he had a gun.
Domenico’s eyes narrowed, piercing blu
