Cassian Dante let out a low chuckle, slow and deliberate, like a man savoring the fear in the room. Without breaking eye contact, he reached behind him, drew a sleek black pistol from the small of his back, and placed it on the table with a quiet thud.
"You really think that I would let you walk away this time?" He asked, voice smooth as silk and twice as dangerous
"Just give me one last chance," Gabe still begged, collapsing to his knees, his voice cracked and thin. His head hung low, trembling hands clutching at the hem of Cassian's coat. He didn't dare look up.
Cassian Dante sat still with one leg crossed neatly over the other, blank face. He studied the man before him with a stare cold enough to burn. The long silence between them felt heavy and suffocating.
"Was I not clear?"
Gabe flinched.
'I gave you a warning. A single and final warning" Cassian stood, his movement slow and planned. He towered over the crouching man, casting a long shadow over him. Still, he didn't raise his voice. He didn't need to.
" You sold a young girl from your own campus. Someone who trusts you"
He let that truth hang in the air
Cassian's jaw tensed
"Just for some dirty money?"
Gabe sobbed, the sound pathetic, and annoying to Dante's ears. "I didn't know what they were going to— "
"You knew exactly what you were doing!" Cassian cut in coldly.
He reached for the gun resting on the polished table.
"If you had listened to me at the beginning, you wouldn't be here," he said, cocking the weapon without hesitation.
A final pause.
"I wish you luck… on your way to hell."