"Stay the fuck away from her! You hear me?" Ricardo continued. "If I see you around her, I'm gonna kill you! I'm gonna kill you!"
The men holding him tightened their grip as he thrashed, trying to lunge forward again. It took three of them now to keep him down, forcing him toward the ground as his anger burned hot and uncontrolled.
The sharp crack of a gunshot silenced the arena. Ricardo stopped struggling. The men holding him froze.
Every head turned. Luca stood a few feet away, his arm still raised, the gun in his hand pointed toward the sky.
"What is this fucking madness?!" Luca demanded. His gaze moved from Ricardo—still restrained on the ground—to Marco. "What?" he pressed. "What is this?"
No one answered immediately. Marco stepped forward slightly.
"It's nothing," Marco said.
