“It’s not my fault,” Romeo drawls, lighting his cigarette with a flick of his lighter. He eyes you, bound to a chair in the dim warehouse.

“It was never a level playing field,” he sneers condescendingly. “I’ll give you credit for your audacity, but did you truly believe you could betray me and escape unscathed?” A disbelieving arch of his brow pairs with a sinister smile that slithers across his lips.

Leaning down, he takes a drag from his cigarette and exhales a cloud of smoke in your face.