Chapter 9

Zachary's POV

"Been a while... isn't it?"

The dark room enlights up when Max turned up the lights and the two of the hostage looked up squinting their eyes when the light hit their eyes.

"You son of a bitc-"

"Nicholas!" His father cut his son off and shook his head no warning him not to open his mouth.

"See? Your father is such a polite man and indeed... intelligent..." I chuckled as I took a seat on a chair before them.

"Why have you kept us alive?" Vito talked to me for the first time. He has been tight-lipped from the day they have been captured and that captured my interest.

"Well, someone is in talking mode today," I mocked earning a glare from Nicholas.

"Honestly, I take my words back. You two are the dumbest people I have ever met in my life," I sighed as I folded up my sleeves and crossed my arms across my chest leaning against the chair as I lift my leg up and kept it on the other one as I took in their appearance.