Chapter 313

The scream had left me a hollow shell, trembling, frozen, and rigid against the metal chair, staring ahead at nothing in particular.

I could see nothing, hear nothing, except the last gunshot in the background of the call, playing over and over in my head.

He was dead. He had seemed untouchable, and now he was dead. All because of me. All because he’d made the mistake of loving me.

“That was a mess,” muttered Axel as he dropped the phone, letting it clatter on the desk. He twisted the red-rubied ring off his index finger and placed it beside the phone.

Gun in hand, he walked up to me. At the sight of my face, he tsked. “What did you expect, marrying a Don? He was going to die someday.”

What was he waiting for to pull the trigger and stop the pain burrowing deep within me? My lips parted, but there were no words.

His fingers dug into my hair, grabbing a handful and pulling up so he was staring down at my face. He pushed the gun between my lips.