The night turned from a celebration into a bloodbath in a matter of seconds.
As the sound of the final gunshots faded into the ocean breeze, the peaceful villa became a high-speed extraction zone. Matteo's elite security team moved with terrifying precision. They didn't wait for an ambulance; they couldn't afford to.
Tony and two other bodyguards hoisted Matteo's limp, bleeding body into the back of the car. The tires shrieked against the pavement as they sped away toward a private surgical hospital, leaving a trail of blood on the driveway.
Adrian stood paralyzed in the middle of the chaos, his hands still dripping with Matteo's blood. He tried to move toward the car, to scream Matteo's name, but Tony's men blocked his path with cold, iron-hard glares. To them, Adrian wasn't a lover, he was the distraction that had almost cost their boss his life.
