“Who are you?” Eric asked for the umpteenth time hitting the assassin across the mouth with his fist. His hand was fast turning bloody but the guy was a hard to c***k nut; he wasn’t about to reveal the identity of the person who had sent him to kill Rose.
“Aren’t you tired of wasting your breath and energy?” the woman standing by the side lazily filing her nails asked while the assassin laughed with a sneer on his face, mocking Eric who was hell bent on getting information from him.
“He has an identity, doesn’t he?” he asked sounding unsure even to his own ears. “I have to know what he wants from our Luna.”
The eyes of the assassin lit up with this bit of new information that came across but he veiled it immediately. The mention of Rose being Joseph Stone’s mate was worth more than he
