“Carlo, you don’t want to do this; you don’t want to kill me,” my long-time enemy said in a serene voice.
I pressed the gun barrel harder against his temple, and said, “After what you did to Julia, you would dare to tell me what I do or don’t want?”
“I’m offering you an olive branch here — I know my word means little, and you would just as well end me, but she is indeed alive.”
I wanted to doubt him, to repay to him all the agony he was due after quenching the only light in this dark and undeserving man’s life.
Yet that little voice in my head whispered unceasingly, “What if…”
This is my entry into this week’s Five Sentence Fiction at lilliemcferrin.com