Greg's POV
Vito still said nothing. He sat there, his head low, breathing heavily. His silence was like a knife twisting in my chest.
My patience was already running thin, and I was sure Vito knew that.
“Are you really going to keep playing games with me?” I asked, my voice calm, too calm.
He didn’t even look up.
I shook my head, my jaw tight. “You really think this is a joke? You think I won’t do it?”
Still nothing.
I pulled the gun up slowly, aiming it at his leg. “This is your last chance, Vito. Talk, or you’ll regret it.”
He still said nothing. Not even a twitch.
Just then, my finger pulled the trigger.
The gunshot rang out loudly in the cold, dark room.
Vito screamed, the sound echoing off the walls. Blood spilled from his leg, staining the dirty floor beneath him.
“Now yo
