73. Mom?

"What the hell is going on here?" I demanded, my voice trembling slightly as I took in the scene before me. "Put the guns down, both of you! Now!"

"Stay out of this, Emily." Talia's says looking at me menacingly.“This is none of your business, so go take your seat like a good little girl."

Her condescending tone struck a nerve and White hot fury blazed through me. “Shut the fuck up”, I spat vehemently at Talia, she was clearly taken aback, as shock was written all over her face.

I turn to the man holding Giovanni at gunpoint. “Drop your weapon right now!" He doesn't budge and continues staring at me blankly.

Annoyed, I look at Russo, who had a nonchalant look on his face despite being held at Gunpoint too. "Call off your dogs, Russo!" I tell him.

He casually raised his hand. "I would do so gladly, Emily. If my nephew would be kind enough to drop his weapon."

I flicked my desperate gaze to Giovanni, silently pleading with him not to push this further. After a beat of taut silence,