Crazy bitch.
I push the thoughts aside, standing from the bed with the gun still pointed in his direction, I try to steady my breathing.
“House is awfully quiet,” I comment.
“I sent them away,” he nods.
“That was silly, whatever will you do now without your trusty sidekick?”
“Ryker is my second, not my sidekick,” he corrects, “and if he finds me dead there isn’t a place in this world you can hide where he won’t find you.”
“Oh I believe that,” I nod, “but that’s okay.”
“You’re brave,” he nods, “a little stupid but brave.”
I narrow my eyes, “How am I stupid, Alexander?”
He chuckles, “Damn, when you say my name like that it gets me real hot.” As if to prove himself he palms his cock through the material of his pants.
I’m staring. I know I am, but I can’t fucking stop.
“Answer the question,” I grit out, “how am I stupid?”
“Are you going to shoot me, little bird?”
“Yes.”
“And that there is where your foolishness is,” he rubs a hand across his kiss swollen lips, “because if you had really thought about this, do you honestly believe that I would have kept a loaded gun within reach of your greedy little hands?”
My eyes widen, he’s bluffing.
My finger twitches on the trigger and he just grins wider, the sick bastard. He’s taunting me, has to be, to save his own skin.
“Go ahead,” he nods, “shoot me.”
Do it, Wren. Shoot him.
The muscles in my hands cramp up, why the hell can’t I do this!? Damn it!
“Pull the trigger.”
My heart thumps wildly in my chest, my stomach churns.
“Do it, Wren, pull the trigger! Shoot me!”
He steps forward and I press the trigger.