Chapter 40 Blood And Betrayal
- Stefano.
- The morning heat clung to the Milanese countryside like a shroud. It was thick with tension and the smell of gunpowder enveloped the field. Stefano stood over the body, his jaw tight, his pistol still raised. Smoke curled from the barrel, disappearing into the warm breeze.
- The man’s blood darkened the dirt beneath him.