pulled my gun and pressed it against her jaw, watching her flinch.
“So you tell me now, dearest Camila—who sent you here?” I asked, c*****g the gun with a click that echoed in the silence.
“I—I don’t know, I really don’t—”
Before she could finish, Nevio fired a shot at her feet.
Her scream tore through the room as she collapsed, clutching her leg, writhing in pain.
“I’m not here to play with you, Camila,” Nevio snarled. “Tell the truth, and maybe—just maybe—you’ll walk out of here alive.”
I crouched in front of her, fury burning through my veins. “I’m fuckin’ pissed right now. I could kill someone just to take the edge off. So I’ll say this once—tell the truth, or the next bullet goes straight through your brain.”
She whimpered, eyes wide, her lips quivering and blood from her leg p
