Chapter 251

Viviana's POV

The barrel of the gun never wavered.

It remained trained squarely on my chest as Silvia smiled with a terrifying sort of calm.

"So," she said softly, "goodbye, Viviana."

My breathing caught, not because I was afraid for myself anymore but because Rocco was still sitting unconscious only a few feet away.

If she killed me, who would protect him? Who would make sure he woke up?

Who woul