Zachary Pov

'Where are the weapons?" I asked as calmly as I could.

'I-I don't know," he trembled before on the floor, knelt on his knees he joined his palms and begged me for his life.

'Pitiful," I spat and shoved the back of the gun on his face. He fell down on his side and before I could kick him in his face Willi came in between us stopping me.

'Let me handle this," he asked and I glared at him. Huffing at him I turned around and rubbed my face aggravated by the ...