Lorenzo's POV
Genevieve jerks at the sound of the gunshot.
Alessio groans in pain, falling to the floor, his left leg bleeding.
"That's enough explanation from you, Alessio. You're starting to sound like a broken record. You're all a bunch of disgrace! Maybe I ought to really take out your eyes from your skull since it's useless!"
Giovanni and Alessandro ran into the scene.
"What's going on here?" Gio asked.
"Jesus Christ!"
Alessandro stops at the sight of the body, turning his face away.
"Oh, I hate this!"
"Gio! Gio, it's Natalia. She's dead, she's dead," Genevieve cried while Gio rushed over to her side, holding her in an embrace, shielding her from the body.
"It's okay, it's okay," he said, still holding her in an embrace.
"Fuck!" Alessandro cursed, punching the wall in anger.
"How the hell did this happen? Who did this?" Gio asked her.