Chapter 47

"You have two choices here, Mr De Bellis," the cocky-ass detective says with a slimy smile I want to cut off his fucking face. "One, you go to jail for a minimum of ten years." He holds up a finger before adding a second for obvious dramatics. "Two, you give us the information we want on your friends and you walk free." He then proceeds to push a couple of papers across the table in my direction.

The first is a photo of Alex Mancini, the second… my fucking brother.

I lean back in my chair. My hands are cuffed to the table and my ankles are weighed down by chains. They seem to think I'm high risk.

Good. They fucking should.

I smile, not giving the fuckers in front of me an ounce of real emotion. I'm not stupid. I haven't uttered a word since they slammed these cuffs around my wrists. And I don't plan to.

Daisy's face pops into my head. Can I really leave her for ten years?