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Mores screaming comes and I try not to feel anything. This man knows more than what I knew and I want to know what happened.
“Talllllllkkkkk,” Salvatore howls. His voice paralyses me. I’ve never seen him like this. I don’t like seeing the darkness in him, part of me doesn’t want to believe it’s there, but I know it is.
“Evangeline Cipriani had files she shouldn’t have,” Porter answers.
“What kind of files?”
“Evidence.”
“Fucking hell, tell me what the fucking evidence is,” Salvatore demands.
“I don’t know details. I just know it’s the bad kind. I know she gave them to Adrian but he hid them. He has the password to unlock the case they’re in.”
Jesus Christ. Mom did give them to Adrian.
“Keep fucking talking.”
“When I got the call that Evangeline Cipriani’s daughter wanted to see me about William Russo I reported it. Orders were to find out if she had the files and kill her. She mentioned Adrian’s name. It was obvious she must have found the files and needed to open them.”
Salvatore snarls. “Did you report that too?”
“Of course I did. She must have the files.”
I want to reiterate that I don’t have shit but hearing him say that heralds in that I have much bigger fish to fry. Bigger things to worry about. Whoever he reported to thinks I have these files.
Fucking hell they wanted me dead.
I stifle a whimper.
Always heard of people asking too much questions, and seeing things they shouldn’t have seen. Seeing too much. Never thought both would happen to me.
“Who did you report to?” Salvatore demands.
Porter tenses up and a few seconds pass by of silence, us waiting for his answer.
Salvatore slaps his face. “Fucking tell me now.”
“I’m not telling you that,” Porter shouts in his face.
Salvatore answers by pushing the sword further down in Porters leg. There’s so much blood now, too much.
“Fucking tell me. I will fuck you up with this sword and feed you to the fucking fish.”
Porter already looks pale. Ghost pale and pallid from the loss of so much blood. His ear is still bleeding and he starts shuddering violently.
“Tell me,” Salvatore says but Porter isn’t saying shit. Claudius sends a kick straight to his face and he falls back.
He holds Porters face and it’s like he and Salvatore know exactly what to do.
My soul shrieks away when Claudius holds Porter down while Salvatore shoves his gun in his mouth.
Porter responds by kicking and thrashing, but to no avail. Salvatore and Claudius are too strong for him.
“Ready to talk?” Salvatore asks and Porter nods.
Salvatore pulls the gun from his mouth and Porter gasps for air like he’s taking his last breath.
“Marc. Marc Fontaine,” he cries.
