The gun was sleek, pointed, black and deadly.
And pointed it directly at Xavier’s forehead.
The air thickened. Reality slowed.
Xavier’s eyes locked on the barrel. His pupils dilated.
Something dark twisted in his expression, shock, yes, but not fear. No.Something deeper.
Like amusement.
Like this motherfucker just stepped on the devil’s toes.
Xavier didn’t move.
Didn’t blink.
He looked down the barrel like he’d been waiting for it all his life.
This man.
This pathetic, desperate, broken f**k.
Just pointed a loaded gun at Xavier Collen’s head.
And that?
Was a mistake.
Xavier stepped forward slowly, until the cold steel pressed against his skin.
“Put. That. Gun. Down, Robert.”
A pause.
A breath.
Xavier’s lips curled into something cruel.
“Unless you want me to blow you
