Zayn’s POV
“So, let me get this straight,” Banjo said, voice low and serious. “You want me to take a person’s life?”
“I don’t know — scare her, take her life,” I choked out, desperation threading my words. “Just make sure she doesn’t expose me.” I caught the shift in his face and blinked. Killing shouldn’t be a problem for him. Why did he look surprised?
“Okay.” He snapped his fingers like a man pleased with a new toy. “My son is finally asking me for something this big. I must be a good father and deliver.” A slow smile played at his lips.
“Whatever you do, I must not get involved in any of this.” I kept my voice flat, hard. “I don’t want to be added to any of this mess.”
He waved a hand dismissively. “Sure thing. I won’t ever let you be involved in anything that would ruin your repu
