The deafening sound of a bullet echoed in the room, but it wasn't the sharp report of Xavier's gun that pierced the air...
No, this Bullet and shot — this one was different.
And It came from the side, from the door that was suddenly thrust open with a force that rattled the hinges.
Alessia's heart froze in place, she watched in slow-motion as Xavier's hand fell limp, the gun slipping from his grasp, landing on the floor with a metallic thud. He collapsed onto the cold tile, his body crumpling like a puppet with its strings cut.
A sharp gasp escaped Alessia's lips as the sound of footsteps followed—heavy, deliberate, and unmistakable.
She turned her gaze to stare at who came into the room and her met with him...
Luca had strode into the room holding a gun after he shot xavier, his cold eyes sweeping over the scene with unnerving control.
He didn't flinch at the chaos. He didn't even blink as Xavier's body was dragged away by Fredo his body guard and the others.
