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“I almost want to stop this, you know.”
Hope burns in my chest.
Massimo grins. “I mean, we’re just getting to know one another?—”
“I already know you far more than I ever want to, Massimo,” Alistair says coldly.
“I meant as brothers.”
Alistair’s head shakes side to side. He glances at Gabriel, and my eyes blur with tears as he reaches a bloody hand out to lay it on Gabriel’s unmoving chest. His gaze slides back to Massimo.
“We will never be brothers.”
“Now you’re just being rude,” Massimo pouts sarcastically. He starts to chuckle again, turning away as his peals of laughter fill the room.
It’s then that I realize Alistair is looking right at me. His eyes dart hard to the side. Then again. This time, I follow to where he’s looking.
Holy shit.
He’s got one hand behind his back.
…And he’s holding a bullet. Not just any bullet, either. It’s the bullet, the one Massimo put in the revolver when we sat down for this death sentence of a game. Suddenly, I’m replaying the moment a few minutes ago when Alistair pointed the gun at Massimo and fired.
How Massimo and I both flinched and turned away, closing our eyes.
It was barely a second. But enough.
I know what I’m looking at. And more importantly, I know what I have to do.
“Oh! God!” I cry out, doubling over as my face contorts in mock pain.
Massimo lifts a brow. “What the fuck is wrong with you?”
“I…merde,” I choke. “When your men took me, one pinned my arm too hard behind my…ahh…my back! I’ve pinched a nerve or something!”
Massimo rolls his eyes and turns to look at Alistair. “Well?” He spits. “Help her.”
Alistair shrugs. “She’s your wife.”
“I’m not the one fucking her!”
Alistair shrugs again. “I’m over her. You’re the one in charge, Mass?—”
“Fuck this.”
I’m half expecting it, but I still cry out when Massimo lurches over to me and backhands me hard across the mouth.
“Shut the fuck up!” he barks viciously, sitting back in his spot. “Christ, we’re trying to play a fucking game here, you cunt.”
I wince from the pain in my face. My eyes snap to Alistair, seeing such hate and darkness burning in his eyes as he looks at Massimo that it honestly scares me.
…But both of his hands are back in front of him, empty. And the gun is cocked and ready.
Massimo sighs, shaking his head. Then he grins as he wags a finger at Alistair. “You know, that was intriguing to see. That was ice fucking cold.” His lips twist. “Seems you are my brother after all, doesn’t it?”
“I already told you, we’ll never be brothers, you fuck.”
Massimo shrugs. “Well, either way, it’s your turn.”
