Fallon
“Don’t lie to me,” he growls. His grip on my throat tightens for a brief moment before relaxing again.
“I swear,” I say, trying to sound as sincere as I possibly can. “We were just talking about… about Rocco. He said Rocco went to prison for you.”
His brow furrows at the mention of Rocco’s name, and for a moment, he seems almost human.
“Why?” he demands.
“Because I wanted to know why you were so close with him and Milo.” I blurt in a panic.
“And why would you want to know?” he asks, his grip tightening like he believes I am spying or prying. I don’t know what to think of his reaction. He was fine only moments ago and now I am back to being his enemy.
“I don’t know, I just asked. Please, I’ve done nothing wrong!”
“Hours ago you couldn’t stand being near me, and now I am expe
