Valerio slowly turned his head, sighting Zayne. He jolted, glancing at his men, who without even speaking a word, ordered them to fire at him.
Gunshots were resounding everywhere and Luca who saw this as an opportunity crawled away, as far as he could, trying to get out of the house.
"Don't you move," Zayne ordered, bringing him to a stop. All Valerio's men were down. "No one takes a step out of this building until I say so."
He had his weapon aimed at Valerio who was on the floor on his butt, clutching his bleeding hand. His shoulders were rising and falling in heavy breathing.
Luca was afraid.
Wasn't this man Zayne Mancini? But who was to say that he wasn't as dangerous as Valerio? If he moved, what would he do? Would he shoot him dead? He gulped, breathing heavily.
"Where is she?" Zayne questioned Valerio.
Valerio wouldn't talk. Instead, he stared at him.
"Don't make me repeat myself," Zayne warned.
