Luca Morano's finger tightened on the trigger, his piercing gaze fixed on Lorenzo's terrified face.
The cold steel of the gun was a promise of death, but when he pulled, nothing happened.
Confusion flashed in his dark eyes.
He checked the weapon and it was fully loaded.
A second attempt yielded the same hollow click. No shot. His jaw clenched, irritation rising like a storm. Without a word, he reached for his second gun, a sleek piece he trusted with his life, and again a silent click. No bullet.
Lorenzo's breathing came in shallow bursts, fear dancing in his widened pupils. "Who the h*ll are you?" he stammered, his voice trembling.
