Isabella got up his hand while the other at the table was just in pure shock, they didn't even understand what was happening, that in a second the guy just literally died, they didn't even understand that their life was in a sociopath's hands.
"You don't need—"
"Shut the fuck up and throw it to the ground, slowly, really slowly." He smiled at her and he did so, slowly reached for her gun and threw it to the ground.
"What's happening…?" The man asked as he started shaking like the woman beside her, staring at Ferucci.
"Ohh nothing, just a birthday party." Ferucci said as he stepped closer. "Sit down darling." He pointed the gun at Isabella who sat down, then he too sat down at the table.
And they just sat there as Ferucci stared into Isabella's eyes and the two others just tried to understand the situation finally, because they knew about Isabella, knew about who she was.
"Leave them out of this." Isabella said. "They don't—"
