Lorenzo’s hands were shaking as he held the cold, heavy pistol. His fingers felt numb, and his whole body was tense. He was aiming at a man named Dave, who was on the floor, screaming and begging for his life. Dave’s pleas were desperate. "Please," he cried, his voice breaking. "Please, just let my family go. You can do whatever you want with me, just let them be." His wife and two small children were huddled nearby, crying with him. Their fear filled the air, making it hard to breathe. "DO IT, LORENZO!" a harsh voice boomed. It was Dante, Lorenzo's father. The command was like a whip cracking in the air, sharp and demanding. Without even thinking, Lorenzo squeezed the trigger. The gun bucked in his hand, and a loud bang echoed in the space. The bullet hit Dave in the shoulder, and he screamed, a sharp, piercing sound of pain. "You missed, Enzo. AGAIN!" Dante's voice was filled with disgust. He called Lorenzo "Enzo," a nickname he used when he was annoyed. Tears streamed dow
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