Rowan.
"What was that about my father?! What did you just say?!" I angrily demanded.
"I...know who wanted your father dead."
I couldn't believe what I was hearing. "Don't you dare try and play games with me! You killed my father because you were jealous of him, that the truth!" It had always been the truth, so what the hell was he going on about now.
I was so angry, I wanted to take one of the knives on the table and cut off his lying tongue. But then, I wouldn't have any leads to chase after.
"Water...please." Bronx pleaded, avoiding my question.
"No! I want you to tell me what it was about my father, and you'd better not tell me a single lie." I demanded, but Sergei went into the kitchen and came back with a bottle of water.
Tch.
Why did I have to endure anymore from this scumbag?
Sergei roughly tossed the water on his face, hitting his eyes and nostrils, he jerked in his seat, but his wrists and ankles had been nailed to his seat.
