章 215: The stain

"That has nothing to do with me," Melissa said, nibbling a slice of turkey.

She had gotten over her shock quickly, Vice noted, but as one of the faggots in question, he just kept smirking at Rodrigo. "So you see, we are at an impasse."

"What impasse?" Rodrigo snorted. "If I kill you the only thing I'll have to deal with is the stain."

"I don't think you understand," Davi said, leaning forward over the table. "Vital isn't playing. He's going to keep sending people over. He won't stop."

Vice nodded, mirroring Davi's posture. "In fact, how do you know we're the first?"

He knew he had struck gold when Rodrigo's eyes darted in the direction of the kitchen, where all his maids were keeping busy. Paranoid bastard like him must suspect his own shadow most days. He must have had the runny shits ever since Ivo's disappearance.