One minute had passed and only the silent cold breeze whispered in their ears. Zoey and Angelo stared at each other, neither of them willing to break their eye contact.
"Why should I trust you?" Colder than the night breeze, Zoey queried.
"You will once you kill Iñigo." Without batting an eye, he replied with the same tone that was full of hatred.
"I'm afraid I'd be dead by that time." Zoey chuckled faintly, a touch of mockery could be discerned in her voice. "Are you guys stupid thinking I'd fall for such a lame trap?"
While she chuckled, Angelo continued looking at her without a change in his countenance. "I hate Niko or the Silva Family..." After a beat, Angelo opened his mouth as he admitted his hatred towards the man and his family.
