Isabella POV
Gunfire shattered the nightclub like thunder.
The VIP section erupted into chaos. Lorenzo had brought me here as a power move — showing the underworld that the Moretti princess now belonged to him. Bad idea.
A man in a black suit burst through the side door, gun raised, eyes locked on Lorenzo’s back as he spoke to two captains.
Time slowed.
I didn’t think. I grabbed the pistol from Lorenzo’s holster and fired.
The assassin jerked as my bullet tore through his shoulder. He turned toward me, snarling. I fired again. This time the shot hit his chest. He dropped.
The entire club went dead silent except for the ringing in my ears.
Lorenzo spun, eyes wild. When he saw the dead Moretti assassin at my feet and the gun still smoking in my hand, something primal flashed across h
