Title:Tell me your name;you walk freely

The stench of blood and fear made my stomach churn, but I fought to keep my face impassive. De Lucious, despite my cold, final promise of freedom, was proving to be a monumental waste of my time.

Ah fuckity fuck.

My patience was rapidly wearing thin, and I had a freshly coerced Calderone to manage.

I repeated myself, slower, colder this time, injecting the urgency of his imminent death into my tone. “De Lucious, stop the pitiful groveling. I asked you about the photo. The one in your living room, taken years ago. It shows you and a man who looks exactly like my...