Punish me?

Francisco sat silently, his gaze downcast as the tension in the room mounted. The remaining men were visibly agitated, their nerves fraying under the weight of what they had just witnessed. Francisco’s expression remained unreadable until, with a deep, steadying breath, he lifted his gaze and looked directly at them.

“I won’t allow anyone to see my girl,” he said coldly, his voice low and controlled.

Before they could react or plead for their lives, Francisco pulled the trigger again. The sound of gunfire echoed off the walls, and within seconds, the rest of the men collapsed onto the floor, their lifeless bodies joining the others.

Outside, Lily stood trembling by the door. She had heard everything but couldn’t bear to stay still any longer. With a heart pounding in her chest, she opened the door and stepped inside, only to be met with the grim sight. Her eyes widened, and for a moment, she froze, her mind racing.

The room reeked of death, blood pooling around the bodies of men who,