Chapter 92

The detonation was deafening, so deafening that my ears rang, goosebumps grew on my arms, and my throat went drier with each quickening thud of my heartbeat.

I let the gun fall from my hands, stepping away from it and the body frame that held the disbelief on his face.

Adler studied the hole I had made in his room's ceiling, then returned his eyes to me. “Note taken,” he said, picking the gun off the floor. “How did it go off?” He was seriously pondering, and for a moment, he forgot he wasn't alone. But when he looked at me, he had his brows knitted. “Does everything work with you around?”

My feet were still stuck to the floor; I couldn't remember a pistol being this loud. It wouldn't be surprising if I had acquired an ear bleed.

The pounding on his door had me snapping out of my trance. "Boss, are you okay?”

"Si,” Adler responded, "you can leave the door.”

I wish my hands would stop shaking. In the process of scaring him, I added another trauma