Chapter 89
STEFANO
He cocked the gun.
His eyes were dark, ready to set the whole room on fire. Francessa looked scared, she was shaking from head to toe, she moved her hands and whispered,
" No."
I didn't say a word, I closed my eyes, waiting for him to release the bullet and do what he wanted to do, I wasn't going to hold him back as I closed my eyes, feeling the air heat up as his eyes penetrated through my skin like a sword.
I bit on my thin lips, raised my hands into the air like the Messiah as I waited for him to shoot.
I closed my eyes.
I waited for seconds and he wasn't doing it, the atmosphere just became thicker with intense bloodlust.
He looked like he was about to serve the bullets into my heart, I muffled the grin about to show on my cheeks because of how expectant I was.
But, he didn't fire it.
I pulled my eyes open in annoyance, staring into his soul as I screamed, " What the fuck is wrong with you? Fire the fucking gun and end it here."
He nodded.
