Vincenzo Dante Volkov;

"No! Please... don’t kill me!" The man's desperate pleas filled the company parking lot, his voice trembling as he backed against a row of cars.

Today had been going smoothly enough. Quiet, really. Until he made his fatal mistake—daring to touch her shoulder. My little Mouse. That small, reckless act alone was enough to seal his fate.

I closed the space between us slowly, letting a dark smirk tug at the corner of my lips. "Who said I was going to shoot you?" ...