“Stay with me,” I said again, my voice breaking openly now. “Please. Stay with me.” She didn’t answer. For a split second, the world tilted. That sharp, terrifying silence, the kind of silence that doesn’t just exist in your ears but creeps into your chest and starts crushing things. “Nina,” I said, louder now. “Nina, look at me please.” Nothing. My heart slammed so hard it hurt. “She’s still breathing,” Luca said quickly beside me, his voice tight, controlled in that way that meant he was barely holding it together. “Enzo. She’s still here.” Barely. I lifted my head, swallowing hard, forcing myself to focus. This wasn’t the time to fall apart. Falling apart was a luxury for men who weren’t carrying a bleeding woman in their arms. “Move,” I ordered. The car door was already open. Bruno was on the phone, speaking fast, clipped. “We’re five minutes out. Gunshot wound. Female. Severe blood loss.” He didn’t need to say her name. They should know. The underground
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