✍︎ 𝐑𝐀𝐕𝐈𝐒𝐇 𝐌𝐄 𝐑𝐄𝐃 [dark mafia romance] | 𝟏𝟖+

| 15 | 𝐕𝐄𝐋𝐕𝐄𝐓 𝐁𝐋𝐎𝐎𝐃

This is going to be fun.

"Okay, Apollo. I heard you. Now you will listen to me."

He stumbled and put his hands on his knees.

I slowly got up and approached the tall cupboard and pulled out a thick folder from the drawer.

After handing the blank papers to the man, I stood in front of him.

Apollo looked at the sheets of paper for at least a second. His eyes widened in shock when he saw Gabriella's name at the top. I sat down next to Apollo, resting my hands on the back of the sofa.

"The fact that you can't say the name of your abuser is unacceptable. I need to know his exact name - this is beneficial information. This folder," I snapped my fingers through said form, "contains all the information my people were able to gather about your niece."

The man swallowed hard and turned to the first page. His eyes darted along the lines of sentences, and his chest heaved heavily - I could feel the sudden panic creeping up on him.

"As you can see, we don't have much. There are endless missing records of her life before arriving in New York. A lot of loopholes. The last record we were able to unearth is from Italy ten years ago. If you're that desperate for help, you must tell me what you know."

Apollo flipped through the half-empty pages and kept shaking his head.

"Where did you get that?"

Does it even matter?

"It doesn't matter now," I put my hand on the half-empty pages, "Apollo if your niece's safety is so important, you must tell me what you know."

He carefully pulled my hand away as he continued to spread the papers.

Unexpectedly, Apollo came to a page whose side had been torn out.

After touching that part, he turned his gaze towards me.

I scowled satanically at Apollo's confusion, "The name Marcelo. Does it ring a bell, Apollo?"

Apollo's face turned so pale, but that was all. He didn't say anything, just shook his head gently.

I snorted and got up from the backrest. Apollo flashed the folder on the table and curled up on the couch.

"I know you know this name, so stop lying," I grunted.

Apollo's hands shook incessantly as he reached for his glass.

Liar.

"You don't understand," the man snapped and covered his eyes.

"I'll say it for the last time. If you want my help, you must tell me everything you know."

He nodded, wiping away a tear. I wanted to insert one more detail that would unequivocally break him, but it had to be kept for my own sake.