Ottavio's p.o.v
I grabbed Rico's collar tightly and slammed him on the wall. “Why the f**k did you do that?” Anger simmering within me at his guts.
He frowned, the smirk from earlier,when he had told me of what he did disappearing from his face. A child. He's holding a freaking five year old hostage. Who does that? That's inhumane.
“I need to get answers for Brown.” He defended his actions.
My hand tightened around his shirt, squeezing tightly to reduce his airflow. “There are better ways to get your answers.”
He grabbed my wrist and tried to pry my hand off him. “Tell me, in what way could I have done that? Release me and tell me now,” he struggled against me, the assault getting to him.
I signed, the fight in me still raging but my resolve breaking. I loosened my hold on him and pu
