Flame (3)
Angela's head was filled with thoughts of Gael being in danger inside the club where there was a shooting. "This can't be happening…" she muttered.
"How many are they?" Giovanni questioned Trigger as he inspected his guns. He had two with him now, and then he handed one to Trigger.
Trigger pushed himself off the wall, checking the wound on his stomach. The bleeding had already stopped—so did his gunshot wound on the shoulder, but he still needed medical attention. She already knew calling 911 was not an option, so she didn't suggest it. "I don't know their total. The ones who came in through the back door were about ten people. There could be more, coming from the front and the side."
"Where the hell did they come from? This is gotta be Filippo, but where the hell did he get so many men?"
"I'm sure it's him," Angela chimed. "The man who attacked me mentioned Lauretta. She certainly couldn't pull this off on her own."