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Fucking fantastic. Just what I need.
“You fucking bastard!” she screams, her voice sharp enough to slice through concrete. She raises her hand, trembling, ready to slap me across the face.
I don’t move. Don’t even blink. Instead, I lean forward just enough for her to feel the provocation in my stillness. “Do it,” I murmur, calm as death, daring her.
Her hand hangs in the air, her jaw tightening with disgust. She lowers it, but the fury in her eyes only deepens.
Andres appears at my side, shaking his head slowly, silently telling me not to make this worse.
But Sienna doesn’t stop. Her chest heaves as her words lash out like whips.
“You destroyed her!” she spits, every syllable coated in venom. “She cried herself to sleep after a panic attack so bad she passed out!”
The world around me stills. My jaw locks. My eye twitches. I flick my gaze toward Andres. He hadn’t told me. His expression remains blank, giving nothing away.
“You don’t deserve her, asshole!” Sienna’s voice cracks with raw fury, and the sound tears through me.
I force my tone into ice. “Are you done?” Emotionless. Controlled. I don’t have time for this. I have Ian Archibald to break into pieces.
But she steps closer instead of backing down, her glare searing into me. “Come near her again,” she says slowly, each word deliberate, dangerous, “and you’ll be fucking dead.”
I smirk, tilting my head, taking a deliberate step into her space. “Says who?”
Her lips curl into a smile so sharp it could cut. “Me.”
Then she reaches into her bag and pulls out a gun. The metallic click of the safety disengaging echoes in the room, deafening. The barrel presses against my forehead.
My pulse doesn’t spike. I don’t flinch. If she wants to kill me, let her. “Do it,” I whisper, meeting her glare head-on. “Pull the fucking trigger.”
And then, laughter. Low, deranged, delighted.
Lev.
He strides into the room, his grin manic, eyes wild. “Yes! Do it!” He claps his hands once, thrilled. “Kill that motherfucker! He annoys me too!”
The tension doesn’t break, it thickens.
Sienna doesn’t move the gun, her eyes locked onto mine. “Serena’s my best friend,” she says, her voice like steel dragged across stone. “If you ever” she pauses, eyes narrowing, her tone dropping into a hiss ”ever hurt her again, I will kill you.”
Then, without looking away, she flicks her gaze toward Andres and Lev. “And them.”
Lev explodes into another maniacal laugh, delighted, while Andres remains statuesque, his eyes never leavingSienna, his expression unreadable. But I can feel the tension in him, coiled tight like a spring.
Her eyes glitter with hate. Deadly. Convincing.
Andres finally breaks the silence, his voice quiet but taunting. “Big words from such a little vicious thing.”
Her attention snaps to him, her smile curving wickedly. Without hesitation, BANG.
The gun fires inches from his head, the deafening sound echoing off the basement walls. Andres doesn’t flinch. He just smirks, the faintest flicker of something dangerous lighting in his eyes.
“Next time,” Sienna whispers, lowering the gun, her face carved in stone. “Next time, it’ll be your fucking head.”
She spins on her heel, heels clicking against the floor as she storms out, leaving silence and gunpowder hanging in the air.
Lev bursts into laughter, unhinged and delighted. “Damn!” he howls, clutching his stomach.
But Andres doesn’t look away from the door. His eyes remain fixed where she left, his expression unreadable, sharp, calculating.
