Chapter 97. The Adultery

I made one last attempt to call Dean's bluff.

My bluff could either work like it always has, or I’d distract him long enough to pull out my gun.

“I don’t know what Miss Viaos told you…” I started to say when he barked out a laugh. It was a harsh, dry thing.

“Sam knew too?” The gun pressed harder into my head, and I held my breath, staring at the window.

“Ha! It seems the whole of America found out before me.”

The simple realization that his hand holding the gun was steady, knotted my belly in fear.

I was a pretty good shot with a gun in hand, but with my gun tucked away inside my Hermes Himalaya, a lot could happen in the second it would take me to pull it out.

I then decided on attack as my last resort. 

“I used to feel intimidated by how smart and observant you were,” I said, and he shoved the gun harder into my head.

My temple began to beat at an equal rhythm to my racing heart.

“Do you have any idea how close to deat