Without a flicker of hesitation, Luca moved his hand and fired. The bullet passed cleanly through the gate and struck one of the men standing behind Julian's envoy. He dropped instantly, lifeless before his body even hit the ground.
One bullet. Done. A collective gasp rippled through the gathered men as shock and fear replaced their earlier confidence. Luca's expression remained unchanged, his arm still extended as the faint wisp of smoke curled from the barrel of his gun.
"You interrupt me once more," Luca said coldly, shifting the weapon slightly to aim directly at Julian's right-hand man, "and the next one goes in your head."
The man swallowed hard, raising his hands in surrender. Luca stepped closer to the gate, his presence radiating controlled menace. "You come here to my house armed with the guts to believe you can take any actions in this house. You? You? Julian's dog? Julian must be a fucking delusional cunt."
