Chapter 52 Her Freedom

Vincenzo's POV

"I'm already in a bad mood you see... and you've just worsened it. So unless you want me to make your life a living hell, I suggest you tell me what I want to know or I really will shoot you through the head. Killing people like you doesn't make me feel guilty at all."

"I'm an assassin. It's my job to kill," he growled.

"I could tell," I rolled my eyes.

"I want useful information... like, who hired you to kill the woman I love?" He bit his lip, glaring up at my standing form from his kneeling figure.

"Tell. Me," I clicked the safety of the gun off.

"Alpheus," he bit out.

"Alpheus is dead. I killed him. He's berried 6 ft under right now, probably rolling in his grave," I pushed the gun against his forehead, causing him to move back.