Weak

Vincenzo's POV

The warehouse office was quiet now, too quiet.

The echo of gunfire still rang in my ears even though it had been nearly an hour.

Viv sat across from me on the worn leather couch, wrapped in one of the jackets one of my men had handed her. Her hands had stopped shaking, but her fingers were still curled tightly in the fabric.

I hated that look on her face. Fear. And I hated even mor