Gino’s throat felt like it had closed up, his knees weak as he stammered, "I—I would never hide anything from you, boss. Never! I’ve never hidden anything from you before."
Marco tilted his head slightly, his expression unreadable but undeniably menacing. "Are you certain?"
Gino nodded furiously, his heart pounding.
Marco leaned forward, his gaze piercing. "And what if I find out that you’ve been hiding something? Or that you’re hiding something even now?"
Gino gulped hard, his hands clammy as he tried to avoid the sheer force of Marco’s gaze.
"What should I do then, Gino?" Marco asked casually, the words a stark contrast to the danger emanating from him. "Cut off your legs? Or your hands?"
Gino froze.
His mind raced as he tried to figure out the safest answer—or if there even was
