Ivana’s POV
My hands were shaking.
The gun felt heavier now than it had seconds ago, like it knew what was about to happen and was trying to resist me.
I couldn’t do it, I couldn’t pull the trigger. My fingers fumbled around the grip, slick with sweat and my breathing short and jagged.
Fabrizio stood in front of me, unwavering as if it wasn’t going to hurt him.
"Do it now, Ivana," he said. "You’re running out of time."
"I can’t," I whispered. "I can’t do this to you."
Behind me, Benny was pacing like a caged animal. His face was pale and his eyes were wild.
"We don’t have time for this!" he snapped. "If she doesn’t shoot, we will lose the window."
"The underground passage," Fabrizio suddenly said, turning to Benny. "Remember? Back when we were kids, when curfew was on and grandfather locked the gates?"
Benny blinked then something clicked in his expression, "That tunnel, is it still open?"
Fabrizio nodded, "You will go through the wine cellar. It still leads to the main square and fro
