Alex kept punching Venom, again and again.
“Please… please don’t kill me,” he cried, clutching Alex’s leg, begging for mercy.
“Well, maybe I will let you live if you tell me the person behind this!” Alex demanded, grinding his boot into the man’s broken wrist.
Venom coughed blood, trembling. “It… it was Zoe! He gave me the job. Hundred grand up front… another if I made it neat!”
Alex shoved his phone to Venom’s lips, recording every word. “Say it clearly.”
“Zoe… paid me… to kill your wife. To kill you too, if I had to! And he paid us 100 thousand dollars!”
“He was angry that Ms. Kate was taking the limelight instead of him and would do anything to prevent it. So Zoe asked us to kill her!”
Alex stopped recording, his eyes cold. He leaned in close, whispering like a death sentence:
“
