“Geneva?” Dimitri asked through his tormented state, believing she was a hallucination given his set of circumstances. His eyes then flickered to Juliette who was being bound tightly by cable ties that began to cut off her circulation when first being tightened. She knew she just had to get that knife in her heel and it would give her a fight chance-but even so, a knife present within a gun fight would appear suicidal.
“Before I put enough lead between your eyes to empty my entire magazine, how about you tell us how it was you faked that pathetic excuse of a life you have.” Donatella spoke, pulling up an uncomfortable metal chair while waiting for a response. As Geneva’s eyes fell to Dimitri then Juliette, a thick punch to the gut forced her to begin to dry heave while her forehead reste
