"Bang—"
With a sharp crack, the bullet pierced through Antonio's wrist with deadly precision.
A guttural roar escaped his lips as excruciating pain shot through his arm, nearly buckling his knees.
Staggering backward, he barely managed to stay on his feet.
Crimson blood dripped from his fingertips, splattering onto the ground like dark, blooming flowers.
The sound of heavy footsteps echoed through the space as over a dozen mercenaries clad in form-fitting black tactical gear stormed in, their faces grim and unyielding.
Each held their rifles steady, the cold, dark barrels trained unwaveringly on Antonio.
It was clear—one wrong move, and he'd be riddled with bullets in an instant.
Who had gone to such lengths?
A sworn enemy of the Mega family?
Or... Antonio's face paled as he clutched his bleeding wrist, his dark, venomous gaze locking onto Camilla, who had frozen in place.
The Luther Family?!
No. Impossible.
