He was quiet for a long moment, and I glanced up into his eyes. Finally, he leaned forward, crushing my hand in his, his voice low and dangerous. “You think it’s that easy? You humiliated me. I ought to f*****g kill you for it. You deserve to die.”
Tears began rolling down my cheeks as he threw my hand out of his and sat back to enjoy my pain. He’d thought his words had cut me deep, but I was just buying time. With one hand wiping tears from my face with the sleeve of my sweater, I reached the other back slowly and pulled the gun from my waistband, silently training it on him under the table. My heart was thrumming with nerves, but his words had triggered something in me — a rush of anger that overshadowed my anxiety.
“You’re right, Craig,” I said softly, my voice steadier than I expecte
