His question stunned her to silence, and for a fleeting moment, his heart hoped for a redeeming cause. But he would not be sidetracked. If his assumptions were correct, and she was a mole for another group, then, he needed his head out of the clouds.
"What?!" There was genuine confusion in her expression when he posed the question, but at this point, she might as well eat bricks.
"Don't fucking play dumb. Tell me who you work for."
"Matteo—I don't—"
"I won't be fooled twice, Stella. Who sent you?! Salvatore? Donatello?!" At the mention of those names, recognition dawned in her eyes, giving it a sort of life as if she had been redeemed. It simmered his anger even further.
"Matteo," She started, "please, you have to listen to me—"
"Give me a name, Stella." His voice turned steely with overheating rage.
"I don't know what—"
