Page 29 of Driftwood Daffodil 3

“Get out of my house, Gio.”

I dropped my eyes to the gun in her hands. “You think that’s gonna help you?”

“Of course.” Nova’s brows knit as her top lip curled in a sneer. “It’s a gun.”

Yeah, but did she have the balls to pull the trigger?

“I know what I’m going to do with this. But…” I reached out and tapped the tip of the knife off the end of the barrel. “What are you gonna do with that?”

“What the hell do you think I’m gonna do?”

I think she was going to chicken out.

Sure, there was the chance that I was wrong and she would blow me away, but my dick had never been harder.

“You better get out of my house, Gio.”

“Nah,” I looked down at the tiny little knife in my hand. “I like my chances.”

“I will shoot you.”

I rolled my eyes up to hers. “So do it.”

Her eyes went wide. “What?”

“Shoot me.” I said while taking a step closer.

Nova’s arms trembled as she took a step back. “I’m serious.”

“So am I.” If she was going to pull a gun on me, then she better damn well be ready to pull the trigger.

I took another step forward, causing her to take one back.

“Stop it.” She shook the rifle in a more forceful point. “I’m warning you.”

“Stop warning me, and fucking do it.” I growled and marched forward.

“I mean it, Gio.” It was cute how she tried to sound tough, while backing away from me. “I will do it.”

My dick twitched when her finger flexed against the trigger.

“That’s right, Baby.” I continued to stalk closer, and reached down to palm my cock. “Shoot me.”

I was going to fuck her so goddamn hard, that she would feel me for months.

Nova’s big hazel eyes widened, then filled with apprehension when her back hit the wall. There was nowhere for her to go now.

“Come on,Gattina,” I grabbed the barrel of the rifle and held it against my chest. “Pull the fucking trigger.”

NOVALEE

This son of a…

He barged his way in, all smug and demanding, and dared me to pull the trigger – as if I wouldn’t. This wasmyhouse andmyrifle. Well, it was Maw Maw’s rifle, but she wasmyMaw Maw.

“I’m waiting,Gattina.”

There was that stupid Italian pet name again. That word was really starting to annoy me. Gattina, pfft. I just knew that was some small minded bullcrap meant to demean me. Gio wasn’t the only one who knew other languages.

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