Nicholas Pov
Paolo moved around quietly, cleaning up the mess from earlier, but the smell of antiseptic still hung dry in the air, Marco was asleep again, his chest rising slowly and steadily.
"You should've killed him,"
"I will," I said, sipping from the glass in my hand. "Just not yet."
He tossed the trash into a bag and took a moment to lean against the counter with a relaxed smile. Standing tall with broad shoulders, he has a warm golden complexion and friendly brow eyes. His curly brown hair is pulled back into a stylish man bun, adding to his easygoing vibe.
"You think Luis bought it?"
"For now." I set the glass down. "He'll want to believe I did what he asked. Men like him need control more than the truth." Paolo nodded.
"And when he finds out you didn't?" I smiled faintly at that
"Then he'll find out what it feels like to lose control." My phone buzzed; it was a text from the idiot in person.
Luis: Come by tomorrow. We'll finalize our arrangement.'
