The poor waitress noticed the red dot on the mafia boss’s chest and was the first to act

At 9:02, everything changed.

She stepped forward with the dessert menu as Gabriel leaned back slightly.

In the reflection behind him—

she saw it.

A faint, steady red dot.

Centered over his heart.

Time stretched.

Her mind calculated angles, distance, reflection.
Sniper.

Gabriel lifted his glass, unaware—or maybe simply unafraid.

Mia didn’t think.