Adrian's arm remained firmly around my waist, his gun still pressed against my head.
The tension in the room was unbearable, and the air seemed thick with unspoken threats.
Across the grand foyer, Bruno stood surrounded by his men, their weapons trained on Adrian and his entourage of bodyguards and cousins, who were equally armed.
The once opulent mansion now felt like a battlefield.
"Let her go, Adrian!" Bruno's voice screamed, commanding and filled with fury.
Adrian smirked, his hold on me tightening as he cocked his head to the side.
"And why would I do that, Bruno? You've come into my home, making demands? You're in no position to bargain."
Bruno's eyes narrowed, his fists clenched at his sides.
"You've already stolen enough from me. I won't let you take Maria too."
"Stolen?" Adrian scoffed. "As if she ever belonged to you. Maria deserves better than to be shackled to a man like you."
