𝐉𝐀𝐌𝐄𝐒
What the fuck?
"No," Vanessa breathed out, her fear echoing in her voice.
"What the fuck are you talking about, Morello?" I balled my fists, trying my best to remain calm. If I learned anything during my time in the force, it was that anger didn't help one fucking bit when you were on the receiving end of a gun.
"She didn't tell you?" He raised his eyebrows in surprise. "She's mine, Detective. I claimed her four years ago when she spread her legs for me with a single snap of my fingers."
Vanessa gasped, and tears started to stream down her face, her entire body shaking. "Please stop, Enzo."
I stepped forward. "Take your hands off her, or I swear to God I will kill you."
"Tsk, tsk, tsk. A cop shouldn't go around tossing threats freely. You could get into a lot of trouble for that."
"And aiming a gun at someone's head? You can go to prison for that."
