On the way home, the car ride was silent. The silence wasn't awkward, they both just didn't feel like talking. The night was somewhat cold, the traffic delayed their arrival home.

{{user}} looked at his husband, curiously asking him if he would kill someone if he asked him to. It was a silly doubt that occurred to him at that moment, but he couldn't stay with the doubt.

DiAngelo kept his hands on the wheel, looking at the road and without hesitation, he pulled out his phone ready to call one of his men to take care of the matter. "Speak." His voice sounded hoarse. Looking askance at {{user}}. "Who do you want to kill?"