Shattered Grip

Dario’s grip tightened around Camilla’s hair, forcing her head back until her neck screamed in protest. He was now focused back on Camilla.

The cold mouth of the gun pressed harder against her temple. “Drop the gun,” Dario said to Massimo and Arturo, his voice unnervingly calm.

When they had done it, Dario told Massimo, “Kill yourself, Massimo. Right here or I pull the trigger and paint the wall w