(Long chapter ahead. This is 1000 words more than the usual chapter wordcount.)
"If you're going to kill me, at least have the decency to untie me," Enzo Romano said, a sarcastic smile playing on his lips. His dark eyes glinted with a mix of defiance and calculated risk. "What's the point of putting a bullet through my head while acting like a coward? Or is that just your style?"
He was ready to play the manipulation game. It was risky, but better than doing nothing. The ropes binding his wrists bit into his skin, but he ignored the discomfort, focusing instead on the dangerous woman before him.
