~CHAPTER 66~
I'm just going to grab the gun and maybe use it to threaten Romeo to back off, I thought, over my plan.
Michael would help me get Aria out of here, and we could finally escape this nightmare. It's sounding like a good idea, a last-ditch effort to take control of the situation.
Right?
My hands snatched the gun, wrapping my fingers tightly around the grip. Romeo's eyes moved down to me. "Ohh," he drawled, a sly grin spreading across his face.
His gaze lingered on the gun in my hand as he exhaled the smoke from his cigarette, looking so calm.
We'll see who's going to be calm. I picked myself up from the floor, my wobbly legs trembling beneath me, making the gun shake slightly in my hands.
My blood was rushing towards my ears and my breathing came out in short gasps. I was going to pass out, my legs were threatening to give out on me before I could even talk.