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It rolls off him in waves, and I swear for a second, I can practically drink it.
“Go on,” I murmur, voice too steady to belong to a sane person. “Test the extent of my deranged mind. See how far you get before thebanethat follows right behind it.”
Sweat trickles down his temple, his throat tightening as he swallows hard. “Calm down,” he says with a shaky voice.
“Move, lover,” Charlotte-bitch hisses, pressing the muzzle further against my skull.
“Sloane, don’t!” Michael barks like he just remembered he has a spine. First time I’ve heard his voice all night. Guess he finally grew the guts to say something—about me, to me, whatever. I’m sure he knows better than messing with me, but if he doesn’t remember, I’ll enjoy reminding him why he should.
“Easy, Sloane,” Leo says, his eyes locked on mine. Finally, some damn sense in that walking corpse. “Let’s not stain my restaurant with our blood, shall we?”
Was her name always Sloane?
The place floods with bodyguards, some in full tactical gear, others in expensive suits, closing in from every direction, all of them raising their guns at me and Isabella.
“Let’s see if you stick to that bad-boy attitude now,” Leo jeers, widening his eyes.
“Here’s how this is gonna go,” I say, the smirk dragging itself across my face whether I want it or not. “I’ll pull this grenade pin so casually, and you won’t even have time to realize how stupid it was to test me.” I cock my head to the side. “And if you shoot me now, my fingers might slip faster than you think.”
Leo gulps, more forced this time, his eyes still wide.
“Guns down,” he commands, and everyone immediately listens. All except for that bitch.
“Lower your gun, sweetheart!” Leo yells, turning red, but she doesn’t obey him.
“This is my favorite part,” I hiss quietly. “One …”
“Wait, wait—hold on,” Michael blurts, yanking the gun away from my temple like he suddenly remembered he actually wants a body on his hands. Took him long enough to realize I’m not joking.
“What the hell are you doing, you coward?” Sloane snaps at him, veins standing out on her neck. She looks one twitch away from ripping the gun right back out of his hands and finishing what he couldn’t.
Michael shoots her a glare, but his hands are still shaking around the gun. “I’m trying not to get us all killed,” he snaps back. “Maybe try using your brain for once.”
Smart boy.
“You fucked it up. Let’s do this again.” I smirk wider. “One …” I groan, almost bored.
“Put the gun down, Sloane,” Leo shouts again.
“I can kill him right now!”
“Two …”
“Sloane!” Michael barks.
She clenches her teeth, unable to admit she’s already lost.
“Thr—”
Suddenly, Michael fires, and the shot slams into her shoulder, spinning her off balance.
I shove myself back to my feet as a glorious rush of victory crawls up my spine and feeds my ego.
“Well, that was kinda kinky, I won’t lie.” I give Michael a sidelong glance. “Going against your own people might get you in trouble, though.”
Panting, he glances at Leo, who’s already staring him down like he’s deciding where to bury him. Michael didn’t shoot her for me. He saved his own damn ass, because he knows I’m not the type to hesitate when it comes to blowing things apart.
“Now, please, excuse us, gentlemen.” I grab Isabella by the waist and pull her closer, eliciting a small gasp from her. “I’ve got a girl to take home safely.”
