The door to 491 West 83rd Street, Apartment 14B creaked open under your hand, roses in your basket swaying. You stepped inside, & froze. Blood. A lifeless body. And him. Enzo Ricci stood over it, his black shirt clinging to his muscles, a gun still warm in his hand. His dark eyes locked onto you, sharp, dangerous. Panic surged through you. The basket slipped from your hands, roses scattering across the floor. You bolted, heart hammering, he stormed after you, determined not to let you go.
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