AMARA POV
Boots thundered across the deck.
The calm shattered in an instant.
Men poured in from every direction like a flood, dark figures, raised weapons, cold metal glinting under the flashing red lights. Guns clicked into position, barrels aimed straight at us.
I froze.
My fingers tightened around his hand without thinking. My body shook so badly my teeth rattled, breath coming out in short, painful gasps.
Then he stepped forward.
Roberto.
He emerged slowly, almost lazily, dragging a man by the collar. A gun was pressed to the side of the man’s head. The victim’s hands trembled, mouth opening as if to beg,
Bang.
The sound ripped through the air.
The body dropped like dead weight, hitting the deck with a sickening thud. Blood spread beneath his head, dark and fast.
My stomach
