Chiara shoots, and her bullet goes wide, penetrating the wall behind his head, but it's enough to startle him. He drops his gun in his panic, and all I can do is let out a heavy sigh as I stride deeper into the small office. "I asked a question," I say impatiently. "What do you believe happens to men who touch my wife?"
Ezekiel flashes his gaze between me and the door and seeing no way out, he backs up against the wall. "Just kill me now, you piece of shit," he spits over the horrendous noise coming from the main floor, dropping to his knees in surrender. "DO IT! FUCKING DO IT."
