Luciana’s POV

Six years later

“Please… Please spare me… I promise I won’t ever do such a thing again.” The man’s voice was a desperate whisper, his face slick with sweat. He knelt on the floor, his terrified eyes glued to the gun in my hand. I cocked the gun, and a dry, distressed swallow racked his throat, the sound loud in the silent room.

“So tell me, Derek, for the last time,” I began, leaning forward from the couch I sat on, invading his space. “Who did you sell my ...