"What are you talking about?"
"Johnny," I removed the safety from the gun and aimed it at his chest. "You're as interesting as a financial report at the end of the year. Honestly, you either have mommy issues or daddy issues, but I'm pretty sure that if Mimi had a choice, even she would choose to spend the rest of her life with someone like Nicolas instead of you."
"Shut. Up!" he screamed.
"Why?" I cocked my head. "Truth hurts, doesn't it?"
"God, I should've fucked you before taking you to dinner last night, even if you didn't want it." The fuck? "I bet you'd be screaming for my cock once I get you on your knees, like a good little whore."
"Too bad, honey. I like it more when men are on their knees for me."
"Well," he moved closer, "why don't you lower that gun and find out. It's not like you'd be capable of shooting me. You're boring, a goody two-shoes, a no?—"
The shot came out of nowhere, making me close my eyes as the sound echoed around us, ringing in my ears.
I waited for the pain, for anything, but that never came.
"You bitch!" Johnny's pain-filled voice came instead, making me finally open my eyes.
My gun was still aimed at him, the smoke slowly billowing out of the barrel, and when I looked at him, he was on his knees, hands pressed against his crotch.
His bleeding crotch.
His...
Oh. My. God.
I shot him.
Accidentally, butI shot him.
"You could've killed me," he cried, bending over. "I need an ambulance. I need help."
"Yeah, well," I stayed in place. "I needed you not to lie to me, yet here we are. You on your knees and me in a storyline I never saw coming."
Although, in this situation, I was definitely a winner.
A heavy pair of footsteps sounded from the hallway, and as they came closer I aimed my gun at the door, waiting for the next fucker to come through.
"Ajla!" Nicolas's face appeared, his hands going up in the air the moment he saw me with my gun. "Woah, woah, babe. It's me."
"Oh, thank God." I breathed out, feeling the relief coursing through my veins. "I almost shot you, you idiot. Why didn't you announce yourself?"
"I thought you were dead or worse," he gritted out as he crossed the room toward me. "I thought I had lost you." His lips pressed against mine, tasting like fear, despair and a whole lot of yearning. "I thought I would never get to do this again."
"Me too," I mumbled, wrapping my arms tighter around him, still holding the gun.
He stepped back, taking the gun from me, but still holding my hand. "Are you okay? You're not hurt, right?"
"No, I'm okay. Slightly shaken, but okay."
"I hate to interrupt you lovebirds," Johnny said behind Nicolas, "but kinda bleeding out here. Kinda dying. Kinda need help."
"Oh, shut up," Nico thundered, flicking off the safety and shooting him straight in the head.
Johnny fell on the floor like a sack of potatoes and instead of feeling fearful as Nicolas turned toward me, I felt the exactly opposite.
"Shit, I shouldn't have done that in front of you."