Chapter 97: Kneel Before Me

Vittorio Del Carlo

Sweat pours along my brow and all over my face. That gun is still pointed at the back of Elena's skull. She whimpers against the floor with blood dripping down the curve of her face.

The more I look at her, the more I feel my blood boiling.

But I know if I do anything irrational, Elena would be shot on the spot.

These last couple of days, I've been distracted. Diego included