“You killed the Alpha and you want to run?”
“I… I didn’t kill him,” I murmured, my voice shaking as I tried to defend myself.
His brows pulled together in disbelief. “Why are you lying?” he snapped. “Don’t try to cover this up.”
My breath caught when he continued calmly, “I recorded everything.” His voice dropped to a whisper, but it carried the weight of a death sentence.
The forest seemed to close in around us. My chest tightened.
“What do you want?” Rizzo demanded sharply, his grip tightening on his gun.
I swallowed hard and nodded. “Name your price. I’ll pay you. You pretend you saw nothing.”
He laughed. Short. Dry. Cruel. It was not the laugh of someone amused, but of someone who had already won.
“I don’t want your money,” he said. “And I want nothing to do with you o
