67: Knife to the neck

Pov: Andre

I opened the door and stopped at the foyer for a moment, adjusting my tie before walking into the lavish living room.

I had just turned around from shutting the door when someone slammed into me, shoving me against the door.

I felt the cold metal of a kitchen knife at my neck before I could react.

"What did you do to her?" Bianca asked, her voice barely controlled.

Bianca didn't cry sad tears. She cried angry ones. And right now, she was absolutely livid.

"Goddammit, Andre! What did you do to Delilah?! Tell me! Did you hurt her?"

My gaze flicked up to see Bernard standing in the living room, confused on whose side to take. The person he was tasked to protect or his boss that gave him the job.

I was aware of Bianca's eyes trained on me, unwavering and enraged, the knife steady on my neck, nicking my flesh.

In that moment, I wondered if she'd slit my throat if I told her that I murdered her best friend. Something about the dark ruthlessness in her eyes made me smile. Made me