The door slammed shut behind the fleeing women, leaving only the oppressive silence and the lingering scent of death in the room. Isabella’s entire body shook with fear as her eyes darted from the lifeless bodies on the floor to Enrico, who remained calm, unfazed by the c*****e he had just unleashed.
Enrico slid his gun back into its holster, his eyes sharp as they scanned the room, assessing the situation. Without looking at her, he spoke, his voice low but authoritative. “Clean this mess up,” he ordered his men, who had been waiting in the hallway. They moved swiftly into the room, beginning the grim task of disposing of the bodies.
Isabella stood rooted to the spot, her breath coming in short, panicked gasps. The events of the last few minutes were playing in a sickening loop in her m
