Chapter 28-The Real Traitor
Isabella's POV “Go ahead. Shoot her.” My heart stopped for a second. Carlos froze, the gun still pointed at my head, his finger trembling on the trigger. His smug face twisted into pure panic. The color drained from his skin so fast he looked like a ghost. “D-Don…what are you doing here?” Carlos stammered, his voice cracking. The gun in his hand shook. That arrogant smirk he had worn seconds ago was completely gone, replaced by raw fear. Massimo stood by the door, hands casually in his pockets, looking as calm and deadly as ever. His eyes met mine for a brief moment…cold, intense, unreadable…before turning back to Carlos and Leo. Leo looked like he had seen a ghost, his face pale and sweaty. “You were going to shoot her,” Massimo said flatly. “Go on.” Carlos shook his head quickly
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