Angel In The Mafia’s Hell
I didn't wait for a response, already sprinting toward the basement.
Mya appeared at the top of the stairs, breathless. "Your mom, Nicholas! She went to check on Summer!"
“Get back into the safe room, Mya!” Matteo yelled.
"GET DOWN, MYA!" I lunged toward her. But it was too late. A red dot appeared on her chest, and her body jerked violently as the shot rang out.
"NO!" Matteo's scream tore through the air as he rushed past me, his gun blazing. The shooter crumpled to the floor. Matteo dropped to his knees, his hands frantically trying to stem the bleeding from Mya's wound.
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