Inferno desires

31

Nova's POV:

Oli, and I were finally able to put out a warrant for Ezra DeVante's arrest, a suspect in our case. His name was seen multiple times in mass shipment orders, and I wanted to talk to him.

Kieran, Oli, and I were on the other side of the glass, looking at the man called Ezra. He had icy blue eyes with chocolate brown hair. He had olive tone skin, and warm pink lips. Both his arms were filled with tattoos, as well as his hands.

"Why do all Mafia people look so Mafia like," states Oli.

"What do you mean by that?" I ask.

"Well they all have a ton of tattoos, with peircings and shit."

"This guy doesn't have piercings," I say.

But I then look at his nose ring that was on the left side of his face. Shit, why does he look so familiar.

"Go in there Nova," says Kieran.

I nod my head, checking over the file again before walking in there.

His blue eyes awaken, and they soon seem to fall onto me. An amused smile seems to tug at the corner of his lips as I take set infront of him.

His hands upon closer inspection are bruised, and bleeding. The handcuffs around him look extremely tight.

"Would you like me to adjust those for you?" I ask.

He nods his head, so I go over and loosen the cuffs. His skin underneath was raw from how tight the cuffs were attached to him.

"Thank you ma'am," he says, wincing slightly as he looks at his wrists.

"So I've read your file. Your name's Ezra DeVante, correct?"

"Yes ma'am," he says.

"You're in deep with the drug ring. How did that happen?"

"Sorry?! Drug ring," he says in shock. "I thought I was in here for loitering," he says.

Wow he's a good liar. The octave in his voice almost stayed consistent, but when he said 'I thought' his pitch changed slightly. If I hadn't been doing this for years, I would have been fooled.

I give him a knowing book which makes his jaw clench slightly. He now knows he can't fool me with that 'I don't know' bullshit.

"How old are you Ezra?" I say, crossing my leg across my thigh, and checking through the file again.

"29," he says.

"29. Hmm. How long have you been in this business?" I ask.

"What business?" he says, going back to his fake act.

"Mr. DeVante I know you're lying so please don't insult me," I say sternly. "I know you have just done a recent drop near the 5th avenue, and I know you are a mass murderer. All I want to hear is a why? Why do you do this?"

"I'm sorry ma'am, but I'm not sure what your talking about," he says in a smile.

"How's your daughter Ezra?" I then ask, looking at him with the same smile he gave me.

His jaw clenched again, and I see his hands ball into a fist.

"I bet she's missing her daddy right now hmm? Are you ever home due to your work?" I ask.

"Don't talk about my daughter," he states.

"Ellie is it?"

"I swear—"

"She goes to a private school right Greenheights private school to be exact. She's in the third grade, and her favourite colour is purple. You had her young with your now deceased wife, and that hurt you deeply. You treat your daughter like a princess, willing to do anything for her. You just want her to have a great life. A normal mafia free life? Am I correct?"