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Lorenzo cocks the hammer on the revolver. "Maybe I should just end this now, save us all the disgrace."
Sara sobs harder, her body trembling. "No, please! I'll do anything!"
His finger moves toward the trigger. My chance - I raise my own gun and fire a single shot into the back of Lorenzo's head.
He drops limply to the ground, the revolver falling from his hand. Sara collapses next to him, shaking and crying.
I rush over, kicking Lorenzo's body aside. "Sara! Are you alright?" I ask urgently.
She looks up at me with tear-filled eyes. "Dimitri!"
I pull her into my arms. "It's okay, you're safe now."
I gently guide Sara inside to a sofa, following her father’s lead. She's trembling, her eyes wide and unfocused. I try my best to soothe her.
"Shhh, it's alright," I murmur. "Just breathe. I've got you."
I continue caressing her face and hair, pressing soft kisses to her forehead. After a few moments, her rapid breathing begins to slow. She grips my hand tightly as if I'm her lifeline.
I'm so focused on Sara that I don't notice her father walk towards me until I feel the cold metal of a gun barrel pressed to my temple. I freeze.
"Don't move," Mario growls. Of course, he would recognize me as Bratva. I'm sure my face is seared into his memory after our families' long feud.
Sara gasps. "Papá, no!"
Mario ignores her. "What the hell are you doing with my daughter, Morozov?" he demands.
I raise my hands slowly. "I mean no harm. I only came here to protect her."
"Protect her?" He scoffs. "You're probably the one who got her into this mess."
The gun digs harder into my skin.
"I couldn't let that madman hurt her."
The gun wavers slightly as he processes this news.
I turn my gaze to Sara. She gives me a subtle nod.
I look Mario straight in the eye. "That's my child she's pregnant with. And I will marry her."
My words hang heavy in the ensuing silence. Mario stares at me, stunned. The barrel finally lowers from my head.
"Is this true?" he asks Sara.
She takes a shaky breath. "Yes, Papá."
I stand protectively in front of Sara as her father glares at me, his gun still in hand. He's clearly furious.
"How dare you disrespect me and my family this way!" Mario bellows. "Seducing my daughter behind my back. You have some nerve showing your face here, Morozov!"
I raise my hands in a placating gesture. "Sir, I know this looks bad, but I care deeply for your daughter. I only want what's best for her and our child."
"Best for her? You've ruined her!" Mario steps closer, pressing the gun against my chest.
Just then, Sara stands up and places a hand on her father's arm. "Papá, stop! Please, let's talk about this."
That is when Sara's mother, Lucia, enters the room.
