"You think I don't know about the people you killed?" Kamen said. "You think I haven't heard all the stories about you? What happened to those poor souls? They were nothing compared to the ones who are going to suffer if you win."
Diablo looked at him. "This isn't about the money and the bank, is it? You have personal beef with me. Who the hell are you?!"
Kamen reached for his dagger.
"You're wrong. The best thing I did for them was kill them," Diablo said. "They were weak. Weaklings. They couldn't even repay what they owed the organization."
Kamen held the dagger to his throat. "Including my parents?"
"Your parents? What do you mean?"
"You killed my parents. I watched their heads roll. You cut their throats and left them bleeding in the street."
Diablo felt cold sweat dripping down his forehead. "You must be mistaken."
Kamen pressed the blade harder against his neck. "Why would you say such a thing?"
