“Perfect. Now, take three steps to the left.” My cheeks grow hot, and everyone’s laughter gets louder, like he’s telling a joke and I’m the only idiot who doesn’t realize I’m the punchline. With a huff, I take one step back so I’m behind Vittoria’s seat, then take three deliberate steps to the left. “Happy?” But if Angelo replies, I don’t hear it. There’s a glint in his right hand. Then the bang is too loud. The smell of gunpowder too strong, and the taste of blood splatter on my lips too tangy. The bullet enters Max right between the eyes and exits out the back of his skull, taking half his
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