Chapter 6

KIERA STEVENS’S POV

Silence…

There was a long awkward silence around the room. My breathing caught in my lungs, chest rising up to down heavily in anxiety. I stared down at the dead cockroach, lying next to my feet. The bullet that came from my back was only an inch away from my feet. His door has gotten a big hole from the piercing bullet. I prayed that no one was hurt outside. I hated blood more than anything else in my life.

How the hell did he have a gun?

I sucked a deep breath, my mind playing with the image of him, aiming the gun on my back currently. But when I looked back, it was all a lie. He was smirking like he had hit some jackpot just now. My eyes dropped on his gun, finely wrapped around his long fingers as if he was used to it.

“Did I scare you?” he said, raising one of his eyebrows playfully. I just stood there like a frozen ice-cube, too afraid to move or do anything. He continued, taking slow, predatory steps on my way,

“This is