Carmen
His words were one thing, but the arrogant smile on his face made me want to bash the gun I held right into his skull.
I pointed the gun at him, and instead he beamed with excitement, like he simply found the entire thing to be a comedy skit.
"I quite like the sight of you pointing a gun to my head," he said.
"You don't think I'll shoot you? Maybe I'll just damn us both to hell," I said, intent behind my words, but he was already shaking his head with a hint of a smile on his lips.
"I am quite confident that you won't shoot me! If you do, then you're dead too, and the last thing you want is for Bianca to win!" he sighed as he leaned against the wall, looking right at me with his blue eyes.
His eyes curved, squinting slightly, his head tilted to the side in his signature pose as he continued to speak.
"Put the gun down!" he uttered with more force in his tone, basically warning me not to test him any longer.
