💜Nicole
I looked up at him, my heart hammering against my ribs. The music was now distant; all I could hear was the blood rushing in my ears. For the first time since I met him, I was genuinely, overwhelmingly relieved to see Leonardo Greco.
The man who had harassed me dropped his gun instantly, raising his hands in a frantic gesture of surrender. But Leonardo didn't move. He kept his pistol pressed against the man's forehead, looking utterly cold. The gasp and muttering from the small crowd that had formed confirmed they knew exactly who was holding the gun.
It was terrifying. I realized I had only ever seen his controlled anger. This was different, raw, predatory, and unforgiving.
A guy, stepped forward, his voice low and urgent. "Leo, it's fine. He's backing off now." I'm guessing it's his friend, cause I instantly recognized the voice from the phone call I'd interrupted earlier at the church.
