Chapter 32 Backfired Plans

Vincenzo's POV

"Nora. Nora, no. W-Why would you be so reckless!?" I screamed desperately, patting her cheek as she breathed in and out slowly, her face scrunched up in pain.

"W-What's... this?" She mumbled, looking over the gunshot wounds that were shot through her. Her hands coming up above her face, coated in blood, and at that, my vision trembled. Undecipherable rage swirling through me, enough to scare any sane man.

He shot her!

I snapped my head up to look at Alpheus who was being pushed down on the ground by my men, the black gun thrown out of his hand and landing a bit away from me on the ground. Despite being treated harshly, a satisfied smirk was still on his face.

I moved on instinct, not realizing what I was doing until I had done it.

Picking the gun up, I pointed it at him and shot.

It landed on the shoulder, the same place he shot Nora and he fell back, groaning in pain.

"Fuck!" He spat.

It still wasn't enough.