Chapter 53

Violet's POV

One day ago

“What's your name Miss?” The detective asked me.

“My name is Violet,” I replied.

“Okay, so I would like you to cooperate with me and give me accurate answers to the questions I would ask you,”

“Okay,” I answered, placing my cuffed hands on the table.

The detective had a stern expression, he exhumed a no-nonsense Aura, but I was unfazed, Deadpan, I had seen worse men in my lifetime so his stoic expression was not enough to scare me.

“Miss Violet, by 12:04 am on Friday last week, where were you?”

Now, how am I going to answer that, I don't even know if this Man worked with Vincenzo, I didn't even know if he was genuinely working for the government, the guilt of my first kill didn't let me concentrate, even if I did it to avenge my friend I still felt someway, and what does murdering Riccardo have to do with last week.

Last week I was getting beat up and tortured by men that if I call their names, I will be dead today, so I decided to play cool and not complica