And as they dragged the dying body away, Vincenzo lit a fresh cigar and sat on the blood-soaked sofa, staring into Emma with dead eyes.
Emma stumbled and fell on the floor, her body shaking with fear and then finally Vincenzo spoke: “You helped him escape.”
Emma’s lips trembled. “Vincenzo, I.....”
“Don’t say my name with that mouth,” he said, his voice low and venomous. “You don’t get to say my name after what you did.”
He knelt in front of her, close enough that she could smell the cigar smoke and the fury radiating off his skin.
“That spy you helped?” he continued. “He cost me four men. He leaked shipment intel to Frank. I lost millions in arms..... millions, Emma. And you? You opened the back gate for him.”
Emma whimpered, shaking.
He stood, turned to one of the guards, and moti
