Shit.
Sergio’s sinister laugh echoed through the forest. He rolled away from me, shooting into the darkness of night, blanketing the forest with bullet after bullet in every direction.
I could hear a high-pitched scream, female.
It had to be Ariella.
Had she been shot?
I shouldn’t have ever given Sergio the opportunity to get the gun. This was my fault.
Everything was my fault. I’d caused this, and while I’d only gotten involved with Enzo and Angelo to find my niece, everyone’s blood was on my hands.
I was as guilty as the mob.