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He’s enjoying this game.
Alistair glances at his brother on the ground. Then at me. His jaw grinds before his gaze drags back to Massimo.
“You’re right,” he says calmly. “It is my turn.”
My eyes bulge as he raises the gun, points it right at Massimo, and squeezes the trigger. Massimo and I flinch.
Nothing happens. Nothing aside from a sharp, metallic click echoing through the room.
I unclench my eyes just before Massimo does. I stare at Alistair, my breath coming quickly.
Massimo grins as Alistair gives him a hard, cold smile.
“That is for pointing a gun at me that night at Venom, you psychopathic piece of shit.”
Massimo chuckles quietly. “Touché, brother. Touché.”
“We’re not brothers,” Alistair insists coldly.
“Our genetics say otherwise,” Massimo shrugs, “but whatever. Potayto, potahto. Your turn.”
A chill rakes its nails down my back. “He… He just went!”
“Trying to shoot me doesn’t fucking count,” Massimo snaps tersely. “Your turn, Alistair.”
My pulse starts racing faster, my chest rising and falling rapidly with every breath as I turn to Alistair.
“You—”
I shudder as he spins the revolver wheel, his eyes locked on Massimo as he snaps it shut. His nostrils flare, and he points the barrel at his own temple.
Oh God…
His eyes shift to mine, holding my gaze steadily as he takes a deep breath.
“For fuck’s sake!” Massimo grunts. “Just fucking?—”
I choke back a scream as the gun dry fires with a loud click. My pulse is pounding so hard, I wonder if I might have a heart attack before I or anyone else dies of a gunshot wound.
Massimo smirks. “Well done, brother.” He turns to grin at me, his eyes full of malice. “Your turn, wife.”
Alistair’s mouth is a thin line as he hands me the gun. I shiver when I take it from him, hefting it in my hands.
It’s a lot heavier than I thought it would be.
“You’ve never shot one before, have you?” Massimo asks.
My throat bobs as I shake my head.
“Well, lucky for you, it’s easy. Point the business end at something you want to kill, squeeze the trigger, and try not to sneeze. Think you can manage that?”
I swallow again as I nod quickly. My pulse is roaring in my ears as I turn to stare at Alistair with wide, horrified eyes.
“Do it,” Massimo snarls.
I raise the gun to my head, my vision dotting from the way I’m hyperventilating. My eyes are locked with Alistair’s as I clench my jaw.
“I love you,” he whispers.
