Davide Romano
I entered the room and sent a deadly glare at the Kellers. I hated that they had to be here, hated that I couldn't kill them on the spot.
"Davide Romano," Leon greeted, his voice dripping with faux politeness.
Ew. Gag. Vomit.
I hate people with no morality.
"Mh," I hummed in response, keeping my tone sharp and cold.
Just as I moved to sit, Leon stood and extended his hand for a handshake. As if.
He gave me a strange look as I stared at his hand, unmoving. No way in hell.
"You a germophobe?" Leon asked with a smug grin, clearly amused with himself.
Idiotic stronzo.
"I had a cousin who was a germophobe," he added, grinning as the five men flanking him broke into fake, sycophantic laughter.
They looked ridiculous.
"I'm not a germophobe," I replied, my tone colder than ice. "I just don't shake hands with rapists."
For a fleeting moment, offense flickered across his face, but he quickly masked it.
"Like you've never done that," Leon shot back, glancing down at his right hand.
"I haven't, no," I said, staring him down with undisguised disgust. "I don't have to force women into anything."
I've never understood how a human could stoop so low. It's repulsive.
"Aww, someone's a feminist," Leon mocked, clearly trying to provoke me.
My fists clenched instinctively. I wanted to break his jaw. Badly. But before I could move, Vincenzo's hand landed on my arm, his grip firm and calming.
"Let's talk," Vincenzo said, steering the conversation back to business, though his tone betrayed his own loathing.
The rest of our brothers weren't here—they wanted the Kellers dead. But Vincenzo had a bigger plan, one that didn't involve immediate bloodshed. At least, not yet.
"About our future together..." Leon began, and I barely resisted cringing at the word "together."
There's no such thing as "together" with human traffickers and killers of the innocent.
"There's this... vibe," Leon continued, his tone irritatingly casual. "You don't respect us."
It took every ounce of control not to roll my eyes.
"Our views on business differ, that's all," Vincenzo replied smoothly, though I knew saying the word business left a bitter taste in his mouth.
Business. Innocent lives are not a business. Not to us.
Our parents raised us differently. "You don't hurt the weakest. Not a child, not a woman, not an animal. They are weaker than you, so you're responsible for them, even if you don't know them."
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Lissy Romano
ActionFourteen years old girl named Elizabeth Romano lived with her father until he got killed, only then she learned that he wasn't her real dad. Elizabeth...called Lissy for short, finds out that she was kidnapped when she was little and that she actual...
