Stefano’s pov

I burst through the door, my heart racing with a mix of fear and adrenaline. I see Mark, Tiffany’s bodyguard, gun raised, and Tiffany’s desperate attempt to stop him. I try to dodge, But it’s too late. The bullet hits my arm with a searing pain, and I feel my self flying backwards, crashing to the floor.

My other hand instinctively grabs my wounded arm, I look up, I see Tiffany’s horrified face above me. “Stefano, no, oh God no!” She screams, tears streaming down her face.

Despite the agony, I manage to croak out a reassurance “I’m fine,” I lie trying to calm her down. But I know I am far from fine. The pain is intense, and I can feel blood seeping through my fingers. I glance at Mark, who looks like he’s in shock, and wonder if he meant to shoot me.

“What the fuck Mark,” Tiffany says angrily ruining to my side.

Mark looks distorted, his eyes darting back and forth between me and the other man whose gun is still pointed at me.

“put the fucking gun down and help him, Tiffany pleads, he