She yanked at him with everything she had left. Kicking. Struggling. Fighting.
"Stop! Fucking stop!" Luca barked.
But Veronica didn't stop. She couldn't. Her hands clung to him, her body pressing against his as she tried to pull him back, her breath coming in ragged gasps.
"Luca, my sister needs me!" she cried. "She needs me. She's going to have a baby. Don't make me leave her—don't make me leave her!" Her grip tightened. "I'm begging you!"
"Like I said," he replied, "your choice. You can shoot me, Vee," he added. "And Marco will open that door, and you will walk out of here—and nothing will happen to you."
Veronica shook her head immediately, her grip loosening just enough for her to look at him fully, her tear-filled eyes wide with disbelief. "I can't… I can't…" she whispered. Her gaze dropped briefly to the gun on the table.
Then back to him.
