"Enough riddles," Finlay barked, stepping closer with his gun aimed at the Broker's chest. "Start talking. Where's Mateo, or I swear—"
"You'll what? Shoot me?" The Broker's smirk didn't falter. "Killing me won't give you answers. In fact, it might make things worse. But go ahead, indulge your instincts. Prove to me just how predictable you are."
I felt my hands shake slightly as my grip on the gun tightened. His voice was smooth, venomous, wrapping around my brain like a snake.
"Stop playing games!" I shouted. "You've taken everything from me. Where is he?"
The Broker arched a brow, his calm demeanor an infuriating contrast to the chaos that surrounded us moments ago. "And what will you do when you find him, Luciana? Be the hero? Sacrifice yourself for his safety? Or perhaps…" He trail
