Nestore's pov
"Are you still going to stay quiet?" I asked with a taunting smile, firing another shot at his thighs.
The muffled thud of the bullet was followed by his scream, echoing off the walls like music to my ears.
"Make it easy for yourself, Romano," I said, crouching to his level, voice cool and unhurried. You’re bleeding fast. That smug attitude of yours won’t be worth much when you’re six feet under.”
He gritted his teeth, sweat beading on his brow. “I’ve got nothing to say.”
I gave a low laugh. “No one ever does—until I start digging.”
I dragged a chair over and sat in front of him, elbows resting on my knees. I watched him squirm for a moment before I spoke again. “You’re no fool, Santino. "You know what’s coming if you keep your mouth shut.”
His jaw tensed. His eyes fli
