12. Asking For Trouble

[VECTOR]

"Vector, lo sai che non ti tradirò mai." The man spat out—literally spat out, with all the drool sprinkling in the air. I scrunched up my nose in disgust—because how could you not—and sighed deeply into my chest.

[Vector, you know I will never betray you.]

The truth was, I didn’t know.

I had no idea who, when, or how someone close to me was going to stab me in the back. Trust had never been one of my strong suits. Especially when the worst betrayal had always come from those whom I trusted the most. Fortunately, I'd learned to swim my way through the treacherous seas. I'd come up with a way to ensure that no one had a knife or a bullet hidden behind their back that they might use to put me down.

And two hours ago, Luciano Cresto failed me when he broke my trust by accepting money from an unknown account that I had no idea about. Now, there were a lot of questions on my mind. I could use this time to torture him until his disgusting mouth dropped all the names and jobs he was