~ Niamh ~
Massimo stood in the doorway looking more like a high-end model with a lethal edge than a man who had just come from a gunfight.
I frowned, my eyes scanning every inch of him for a drop of blood or a stray bruise, but there was nothing. His tie was still perfectly knotted, his suit was crisp without a single wrinkle, and his weapon had vanished back into the shadows of his clothes.
His lips twitched, a flicker of amusement dancing in his dark eyes as they landed on the table tennis bat I was still holding up like a shield.
I felt ridiculous, but I didn't lower it.
"What... what happened out there? Who attacked us?" I whispered, keeping my voice low to protect Matteo's peace, though my heart was still thudding against my ribs.
"There's nothing to worry about, Niamh," he replied, lowering his own voice to match mine. "We're safe. No one attacked us."
I blinked, the confusion making my head spin. "No one attacked? Then why the gunshots? Where were they coming from?"
