Chapter 111

Mena

Alessio pushed the gun into my hands, but I stepped back, shaking my head. “I can’t,” my voice trembled. “You can’t ask that of me.”

“Why not?”

I had no idea if he was being serious, but I believed he wasn’t. Of course, I wouldn’t kill anyone. What the hell did he think I looked like?

I was so anti-murder that I couldn’t even kill a bug and insisted on gently leading them outside the house.

“I know he’s a bad person and he’s made a lot of bad decisions—but we can still get him the help he needs,” I suggested. No wonder he told me to kill him. It was most likely because he had the feeling that this kind of crap would leave my mouth.

Alessio chuckled at my plea before a frustrated sigh left his lips. “He killed my uncle. I’m not doing shit,” he stated. “I’ll give him the help he needs right now.”

He raised his gun, but before he could do something, I ran in front of Anson and spread my arms. “No, please,” I shook my head, trying to protect him. Despite everything, I didn’t want him