"You know me, John. I'm the worst person to mess with, and as you can see, my patience is running out, so don't push me to my limits. Besides, I don't have time to tolerate your shit, and this is your last chance, John," Alexander said, pointing his gun at Johnathan's forehead. "You either tell me what I want to hear or keep your mouth shut and die," he said in a menacing tone while his fingers tightened around the trigger.
Johnathan gulped in fear, begging Alexander to believe his innocence. Lost in his fury, Alexander would've already shot Johnathan if not for the soft voice whispering his name behind him. He heard Felicity calling for him in her weak voice, and Alexander looked over his shoulder to see her standing at the door to their bedroom.