Elena's eyes had already filled with fresh tears as she shook her head begging.
"Please don't kill me." She sobbed.
A single suppressed shot rang out but… it wasn't aimed at her.
The scarred man's head snapped back as a bullet tore through his skull. He dropped to the floor like a puppet with its strings cut.
Elena stared in shock as her heart raced like it could win a marathon.
"Alessandro?" Elena laughed and cried in relief expecting Alessandro to storm in and save her.
A figure stepped out from the shadows near the back entrance, moving with lethal grace.
To Elena's shock, it was none other than Serena. How?
She was dressed entirely in black tactical gear, her hair tied back, a pistol in each hand.
She looked like an avenging angel — beautiful, terrifying, and completely in control.
Her eyes immediately found Elena's across the room.
The moment their gazes locked, Serena's entire expression changed. The cold killer vanished, replaced by a person softer and protective.
