Romano’s hands were trembling as he looked up at the man before him, his vision blurred, his pulse racing. "I-it was just an order… a job I was paid for. I swear, n-nothing more."
The man tilted his head with an expression of disapproval. His voice was cold and harsh. "Who gave the order?"
Romano gulped. "M-my friend. Kyle."
"And what do you and this Kyle have against her?" he asked, walking slowly around Romano, the silence between each footstep intensifying Romano’s fear.
"P… please, I swear. N-nothing. It was a mistake… the bullet was meant for him, not her," Romano stammered.
The man exhaled, clicking his tongue in disappointment. He halted, his eyes filled with disgust for Romano. "Do you know who I am?"
Romano shook his head, beads of sweat dripping from his brows. "N-no, sir.
