Liliana
The gunshot rang in my ears like a church bell, loud and final.
I watched Petrov's body slump forward, blood pooling on the expensive leather seat. His eyes stared at nothing, wide and empty.
My hands were shaking from fear.
Mikhail calmly tucked his gun back into its holster, as if he'd just finished signing a business contract instead of ending a man's life.
"Clean this up," he told Fuego without looking away from me. "Make sure his family gets the message."
The entire VIP area remained frozen in silence. Every man in the room was watching us, waiting to see what would happen next. I could feel their eyes on me.
This was a test. Not just for Mikhail, but for me too.
I forced myself to look at Petrov's lifeless body one more time, then turned to face the room. It's about t
