Chapter 27

POV - GABRIELLA SANGRIENTO

She stopped moving. "Check her."

Francesco removes the cloth from her and pats Esmee's cheeks rapidly. "She's not breathing." He says.

Nodding my head, Francesco hands me my gun, I stretch out my arm and pull the trigger as the loud noise causes my ears to ring.

I lowered my gun and took a few steps closer to Esmee's body. Blood pouring out of the bullet hole in between her eyes, her dry pale lips are slightly apart. Her skin is cold and pale.

I lift her right arm and let it go. Her body is stiff. She's dead.

"Camera," I say. He hands me the camera and I take a picture of Esmee. "Print this out and make sure Antonio Carson receives it by tonight."

"Si" Francesco takes the camera from me then walks out the basement. Running my fingers through my hair I take a deep breath and take a deep breath in before walking out the basement.

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The cold wind blows in my hair, my skin coating with goosebumps. The city lights twinkle from a distance othe