Mia
The party was a cacophony of noise and movement. People laughed, drank, and danced, they all had the nerve to look f*****g happy, drowning in their dark world and crimes. They were probably all just as bad, if not worse than Lorenzo.
"f*****g smile." I said nothing. I didn't move, but my vision went black for a moment when he jabbed his gun into my side again. He pressed it hard. My eyes fluttered. My stomach lurched. "I said smile, bitch."
I didn't. I stumbled, barely keeping up with Lorenzo. He continued, cursing and glaring at anyone who seemed to be about to say something or even looked like they weren't having a good time.
Then, I noticed the man who had shot Marco near the back, lounging carelessly in his seat and watching over the rim of his glass of champagne. His eyes hel
