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Ricardo's POV

I locked eyes with Mitch through the iron bars, my gaze piercing as I awaited his response. "Have you heard about Rocco's death?" I asked. "I'm sure you haven't, what with being holed up in here."

Mitch's eyes widened in surprise, and he shook his head slowly. "I heard nothing," he admitted, his tone tinged with what I knew was an extreme fake remorse. "I'm sorry for Rocco's death."

"Oh, shut up!" I snapped.

Mitch lowered his head. "I was only—"

"Why do you mourn Rocco's demise?" I demanded, my voice laced with accusation. "You've always cowered in fear of him. Admit it, deep down, you're relieved that Rocco is no more. You wanted him gone, didn't you? And given the

A nervous swallow betrayed Mitch's unease as he shifted uncomfortably under my scrutinizing gaze. "I...I don't know what you're talking about," he stammered, his voice trembling with apprehension.

I leaned in closer, my breath hot against his face as I locked him in a penetrating stare. "Enough games!" I gro