Chapter 9 - THE RIVAL'S STRIKE
Peace in the mafia world is only an illusion. Sensing vulnerability after Ronan exiled his heir, the rival Moretti family made a move. We were leaving a restaurant when the gunfire started. Glass shattered. Ronan shoved me to the floorboards of the SUV, covering my body with his massive frame. Bullets tore through the armor, but his guards returned fire, speeding us out of the kill zone. I was shaking, covered in broken glass, but unhurt. Ronan, however, had a crimson stain spreading across his shoulder. "I'm fine," he gritted out, seeing my panic. But the look in his eyes promised a bloodbath. No one tried to take what was his and lived.
