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I lift my purse and set it on the counter, showing him I’m not armed. “What are you doing?”
“Baby,” he sighs, scratching his temple with the barrel of the gun. “You’re hot and a good fucking distraction, but I don’t like how many questions you ask. Unfortunately, you know too much. I have to kill you.”
“But you didn’t…You said…”
“Aw, I know. It’s nothing personal.”
“It’s personal,” I sass, racking my brain as to how I’m going to get out of this alive. “It’s very personal. This is my life. I was only trying to have a good time with you.”
“Is that it?” he narrows his eyes, the disbelieving tone causing my throat to dry, but I’m nowhere near thirsty.
“That’s it. I won’t tell anyone. I promise.” I’m hoping I can get on his good side, his drunk side, and he will enjoy the company he will have tonight.
“I’m sorry. I just can’t risk you giving that information out.”
I hold my breath and dive to the right just as he fires his gun. The gunshot causes my ears to ring, and I snag my purse, jumping behind the bar to open it.
Fuck, I didn’t expect him to bring a gun to a knife fight. I’m screwed.
I grab the knife and close my purse just as he walks around the bar and his shadow falls over me. I tuck the knife behind me, breathing hard to show how scared I am.
I’m terrified.
I’m way too naïve to have put myself in this situation, but I won’t die without a fight.
“Stupid little whore,” he spits at me, his accent thick this time, unmistakably Italian. He grips me by the back of my head, his blunt nails digging into my scalp. “You would have been a good fuck. I would have loved to see you ride my cock, but pretty bitches like you always love to ask questions when you already know something you shouldn’t.” He presses the hot barrel against my shoulder, the metal hot from firing the bullet. “So tell me and I’ll make your death quick. Don’t tell me, and I won’t. It’s an easy decision.”
“I don’t know anything,” I say through tight teeth.
“I know a liar when I see one. You want to die a liar?”
“Better than dying a fucking creep.” I flip my blade and stab it into his neck, knowing that’s where the jugular is after my anatomy class in high school.
I never thought I’d need to know anything I learned in there, but here we are. His eyes are wide, and his face turns red.
“Fucking…bitch,” he stumbles backward, lifting the gun to kill me, but I am quicker.
I yank the knife from his neck and blood begins to swim down his expensive suit. His skin loses color, and he falls to his knees, losing any energy he had.
I’m shaking. My entire body is trembling. I have no idea what I just did. What did I do? What just happened?
Oh my god.
My eyes blur with tears as I stare at the dead body at my feet. His eyes are open and the puddle of blood leaving him grows larger.
I open my purse, debating if I want to leave the gem in his pocket. I take it out of my purse, the temptation to shove it in his pocket and run so strong.
A strong, deep, cunning voice laced with a slight tsking sound has me holding my breath.
“Oh, what a mess you’ve made, Tesoro.”
I don’t want to admit that the pet name he just called me sounds sweet and exotic falling from his lips because I can’t afford to care right now.
And I don’t.
Tesoro.
Whatever that means.
