I watched the man thrash on the floor, his blood pooling on the cold concrete. Tito Magnus was frozen, his morality holding him back, but I didn't have that luxury anymore. I stepped forward, the heavy thud of my boots echoing in the silent cellar.“Alam ko naman na alam mong hindi kayang gawin ni Tito Magnus na iputok itong baril sa iyo,” I said, my voice dropping into a lethal, guttural whisper. I pressed the hot muzzle of my Beretta against his jaw, sliding it slowly up to his ear. “But me? Wala akong sinasanto, kahit na sino!.”He looked into my eyes, and for the first time, I saw the arrogance flicker out. He saw the void in me—the part of a Gulliermo that actually enjoys the scent of fear.“Now, are you going to talk? Or should I just start cutting? I’ve always wondered how long it takes for a man to choke on his own tongue,” I added, my expression completely blank. I wasn't bluffing.“Putulan mo na lang ako ng dila, tanga!” he spat, trying to regain his bravado.Natawa na lang
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