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I shove her back, making her stumble and fall onto the bed. “Gemma, I’m enjoying your company too much to let you go. How’s the leg, by the way?”
“Fine, no thanks to you.” She stays on the bed, crossing her arms. “Why did you cut me, anyway?”
I shrug. “Because I wanted to get a good look at your pussy.”
She flushes, her eyes darting away for a second before returning to glower at me again. “You’re horrible.”
“And you’re beautiful.” I saunter over to her, leaning down until there’s barely any space between our lips. Gemma sucks in a breath. “Would you stop me if I tried to kiss you?”
She gulps. “Yes.” Her voice is breathless.
“Would you really?” I inch my lips closer to hers. “I could just … close the gap. It would feel so good. Trust me. I’m an excellent kisser.” Gemma’s eyes slip shut, and she leans into me just a fraction.
“I met with your uncle and brother-in-law,” I say, stepping back. She jerks back, frowning, and I can’t help but laugh. “Want to know how it went?”
“Of course.”
“Marco was prepared to make a deal to save you.” Her eyes light up with hope. It’ll be fun to dash it. “But your uncle called you a lost cause and left. He doesn’t care that you’re in my clutches.”
I expect tears from Gemma. What I don’t expect is for her to stand up and shout, “Fuck him!” as she waved her crutches. Then she slumps back down on the bed and tosses the crutches away. “Seriously. Fuck him. He’s the worst uncle.”
“How so?”
Gemma looks at me like she’s forgot I was there. “Oh, no. I’m not giving you intel you can use against me.”
“Shame. Listen, since you’re going to be staying a while, I thought we could have some fun.” I pull my gun out. “You know, spice things up a little bit.”
She tenses, eyeing my gun. “What are you going to do with that?”
I open the cylinder and take out five bullets, leaving only one behind. “How about a game of Russian roulette?”
She jerks away from me, scrambling over the bed. “No! Why the hell would I want to do that?”
I shrug. “Because it’s fun. And I’m Russian, so why not? Don’t you want to live a little, Gemma? Taste what living on the edge of danger can be like?”
“Not if I’m dead!”
“You won’t die. Trust me.”
“How can you say that? The whole point of this insane game is that you don’t know which round will have the bullet.”
I kneel on the bed and raise the gun to my head. “It’s easy. Like this.” I pull the trigger, and Gemma screams.
It clicks, no bullet coming out. “See? Easy.” I grab Gemma’s hand and pull her toward me, placing the gun in her palm. “Try for yourself.”
“I could just shoot you.”
“That is if the next round has the bullet, but if you aim that gun at me and nothing comes out, it won’t be much for me to grab the gun back. And … Gemma? I don’t think you want me to do that.”
She’s shaking as she holds the gun. “Why not? You’d hurt me?”
“I think I’d have to spank you and teach you a lesson.”
She shoves the gun at me. “Take it. I don’t want it.”
I curl her hand against the gun and shove it against her head. “Pull the trigger.”
“No,” she whimpers. “Please. No.”
