Aria's POVI had ruined his clothes—clothes that probably cost more than I made in six months.Lorenzo, Damian's bodyguard, had his gun drawn and pointed directly at my chest before I could even process what was happening. The cold metal gleamed under the dim lighting, and I found myself staring down the barrel with a strange sense of detachment, as if this were happening to someone else.Enzo collapsed to his knees beside me with a sickening thud, his face pale as death. "Mr. Cavalieri, please forgive her," he babbled frantically, his hands clasped together in supplication. "She's new, inexperienced. It was an accident, I swear on my mother's grave. Please, have mercy."In that moment, facing the barrel of Lorenzo's gun, my mind went to strange places. I thought about all the ways I might die. A bullet to the head would be quick, at least. Maybe they'd make it look like an accident. Or perhaps they'd be more creative—I'd heard stories about what happened to people who crossed the Cav
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