The echo of the gunshot barely faded before chaos erupted. Dominic dropped to one knee, clutching his side as blood seeped through his fingers.
"Get him out of here!" I barked, stepping forward to shield him. The crew scrambled, overturning chairs and scattering in every direction.
Across the room, Lorenzo stood with the pistol still aimed, his expression unreadable. His hand was steady, but his eyes darted toward the exit as though calculating his next move.
"You just signed your death warrant," I said, keeping my gaze locked on him.
Lorenzo smiled faintly. "Maybe. But I made my point."
Axel lunged at him, but Lorenzo ducked out of the way and bolted for the side door. Axel recovered quickly, chasing after him.
Dominic groaned behind me, dragging himself toward the table. I crouched next to him, yanking off my jacket to press against the wound. "Stay with me," I said.
He smirked weakly. "I'm not dying here. Not like this."
