Chapter 127. Playing with a Gun

The room felt suffocating. It felt like it was closing in. 

The air itself seemed to thicken around Anna, pressing against her chest as she stared at the gun resting between them.

She hated them…guns. They were small machines that were able to take away a person’s life in seconds. She did not know whether to call it a machine, but yeah.

Victor leaned back in his chair, watching her with that insufferable smirk, as if he already knew what she was going to do. 

Or rather, what she wouldn’t do.

Anna forced herself to breathe. Slowly. Steadily. She couldn’t let him see how much this shook her. She wanted to show her desperation but since the man had already seen through her act, she needed to impress him. 

She glanced at the gun—black, sleek, polished. It felt like a physical manifestation of the line she was about to cross.

Victor tapped his fingers against the desk, expression expectant. “Tick-tock, sweetheart. I don’t have all day.”