Luciano's composure snapped under the weight of her stubbornness.
With a trembling hand, he pulled the gun from between her thighs, and brought it to head.
"I swear to God, Valentina, I will fucking pull the trigger if you don't tell me the fucking truth!"
Valentina's breath sharpened, as her fingers clutched tightly onto the table, for support.
"What do you want me to say? I can't tell you who gave me the phone. I won't apologize for betraying my whereabouts when I didn't. What do you want from me?" another tear followed the single tear, and soon enough, her body began to vibrate.
Luciano pulled the gun off her head, and looked away briefly. "I don't believe you. You have wanted nothing more than to leave from the moment you were brought into Neravalle. In your desperation, you would have done anything. Who fucking gave you the phone?!" He whipped his head to her.
She burst into tears. "No, I can't tell–I can't–" the unsaid words quivered alongside her lips.
