Chapter 261

"I'll pull him up for..."

But before he was done talking the gunfire went off continuously, and soon the once defiant man on the floor became a lump of splattered meat.

"Questioning" Damon turned to find Nico still holding the smoking gun, knuckles white with how hard he clutched.

He was tired of keeping track of the dead bodies his cousin had left behind.

If the victims were lucky to read the room and spit out the truths, they were off the death list, but immediately the first sign of defiance left their lips; the next sound was the blast before the sound of a dropping body.

He wasn't himself, Damon knew, his head wasn't in the game too, and as much as he didn't want to, he found himself understanding Nico even more.

He just pretended not to care, but he did. And he was quite the sensitive one too, found deeper meanings to things, and maybe just easy to get hurt.

And once he had his mind on something, it was hard to let it go, hard to make him und