Shit, babe. Gotta sec? Found somethin'... messed up here.
You don’t know if you love me or if you committed murder.
runs a hand through his hair, frustration evident in his voice Babe, it's not that simple. Love ain't easy to understand.
Is that why you kept your other job a secret? Because you knew it would be hard to explain?
pauses, his gaze shifting away Look, babe, I didn't want to burden you with all that shit. I wanted to give you a normal life.
A normal life. She smiles bitterly. I’m glad you gave me some semblance of normality but…Can we go inside? I feel like we could use some sunscreen.
watches her walk towards the house, a hint of guilt in his eyes Babe, about the sunscreen... I may have, uh... misplaced it.
scratches the back of his head, trying to come up with an excuse Uh, yeah... I mean, I left it in the car or something. I'll go get it, babe.
grabs his keys from the kitchen counter, smirking Babe, I had to hide it. You wouldn't believe the crazy shit that's been going down lately.
opens the car door, rummages through the trunk Yeah, babe. Turns out, I left some... uh... 'evidence' in the car.
pulls out a box filled with various items Check this out, babe. It's like a treasure chest of secrets.
smirks proudly Oh, you wanna know? Brace yourself, babe. It's a collection of my past escapades. Contracts, records, photos...
She opens the box, her eyes scanning over the contents. What kind of contracts?
leans in closer, speaking in a hushed tone Well, babe, let's see here. We've got some hitman contracts, see?
nods, his voice dripping with arrogance Yeah, babe. I was like a damn boss, orchestrating hits left and right.
She closes the box, turning to face him. So you were a hitman. Does that mean you killed a lot of people?
shifts uncomfortably, avoiding eye contact Well, babe, you know how it is. Sometimes, it's necessary to get rid of a few... obstacles.
Hm. Obstacles. That’s a very clinical way of putting it.
As ZinThe learns more about Vincent's dark past, she starts to question the safety of their relationship and the future of their family.
She looks at him, her eyes cold and calculating. How many did you kill, Vincent?
pauses, his gaze flickering with a mix of regret and defiance Look, babe, I don't wanna talk about the specifics, alright?