We’re surrounded with protection far too late, but I’m still trying to figure out who this fucker is who thought it was a good idea to try to shoot Matteo Giulietta Leighton.
He’s lucky my eyes focused on his hand that gripped the black metallic with a golden symbol weapon. If my focus was on any other body part—like his head—that would have been exactly where I shot.
It’s also a good thing I brought my pink gun today and not Knifey.
“You brought a gun?” Ares and Aries say in unison as they stare at me in shock.
Zander is far over his shock because he’s whistling, clearly impressed by my swiftness.
“Dolcezza’s reaction time should be record-breaking. I didn’t get to pull my gun out.” He sounds disappointed with the second part of his confession. “And why did you bring your gun anyway, Eva?”
I’m not used to him calling me Eva, but at the same time, I don’t really mind it.
“Um…” I don’t want to admit it now that everyone’s focus is on me. “Why not?”
That satisfies enough folks for them to turn their attention to the perpetrator, who has a gun to his head, thanks to Hannah.
To be fair, I noticed her movement right after I pulled the trigger.The sight of her dark red blindfold caught my attention.Something tells me she allowed this to unfold.
Allowed me the privilege to show off the skills I’ve only portrayed in challenges like a few weeks ago on the field and enjoy target practice to get Domino’s black card.
With more knowledge about his lack of finances, I guess that may not have been his money to begin with.
Such a mess of a man. A fucking liar.
I can only wonder if this assassin was sent, thanks to him.
Matteo hasn’t said a word yet.
He’s staring at me.
“M-Matteo?” I quietly say, hoping I can bring him out of whatever stance he’s in. “Are you okay?”
He blinks a few times before he nods.
“Were you targeting his hand on purpose?” he ends up asking.
“Was the first thing that caught in my line of vision,” I confess. “Other than that, I don’t miss otherwise. If I focused on his head, he would have been a fatality.”
He bobs his head and proceeds to move a few strands of hair that have moved out of place from the closely curled ensemble.
“What would a Ruthless King do in this situation?” he ponders as if he’s seeking an answer. Everyone is listening to how the courtyard seems far too silent now.
I can only assume he’s asking me the question because Zander, Ares, and Aries don’t reply.
Guess I have no choice.
The words leave me before I dare think of them.
“I’d shoot him in the head.”
The magnitude of gasps and jaw-dropping expressions is one thing, but the darkened gaze that takes on Matteo’s expression ignites goosebumps along my flesh.
Not because he’s mad at my response.
It’s the complete opposite.
“Can I borrow this, my Ruthless Maiden?” he asks politely while intending to borrow my pink metallic gun.