Riccardo grabbed Bethany, who was zip-tied and gagged, and shoved her to the floor at my feet. He nodded and exited the room, closing the door behind us and leaving the four of us.
Sage pressed her lips together and stared at Bethany, nervously chewing on her inner cheek. Laila opened her mouth to say something, but one look from me, and she snapped it shut.
I pulled a spare gun out of my desk drawer, took off the safety, and handed it to Laila. “Choose.”
Bethany began shaking her head back and forth, scooting across the floor to Laila, while Sage snapped her head toward me, her eyes wide in shock.
“Constantino, I …”
While I wished that I could’ve told Sage about this, I needed her reaction to be as believable as possible. I needed tears, sobbing, begging, and pleading. I needed Laila
