Chapter 7: Kindness.
"Say it, Joseph..." Vincente clicked off the safety as she pushed the gun more to Olivia’s head, who was staring at Joseph.
But it didn’t make any sense to him, like why would they try to manipulate him with her, like he doesn’t even know who the fuck she truly is, they barely know each other for an hour and that’s it, he doesn’t have any emotion toward her, not a single bit of it... and they’re still fucking trying to manipulate him with Olivia.
It was like a bad joke.
To them, thinking it would actually work was dumb... so dumb that Joseph just smiled more, because it was so outrageous, like what the fuck is this... these are the new era gangsters?
The era that they didn’t even know how to torture somebody properly to get the answers, but instead, to kill somebody who he doesn’t even know... that is just pathetic... but it worked... well his time was running out, and he well wanted to finally end it all, why and what happened back then, and how he got in the middle of everything.
"Once upon a time... a decade ago, I made a great mistake which was actually not a mistake..." He smiled at Vincente.
"What are you talking about—" Jelena raised her hand, ready to hit him once again, but Vincente grabbed her arm just in time.
"Let him speak!" Vincente said as he stared down at her, but he understood her. They were all looking for the answer for years and now he was here, but they needed to hear it from him clearly, not in a half-dead state. "Continue, Joseph." He lowered the gun now and stared at him.
But something happened. Jelena didn’t hit him because Vincente grabbed her, but Joseph was out, like he was fighting to keep up, to stay conscious, but it was a hard thing to do, because of the blood, the warmth he felt and tasted in his mouth, the dizziness came back, the face was blurred as he looked, trying to get focus on something... and he found that focus point.