Page 32 of Till Death Do Us Part

“I’m sorry,” he whispers, his brown hair falling over his face when he drops his head. “Please don’t kill me.”

My mouth opens, ready to ask him why the hell I shouldn’t, when long fingers wrap around my wrist and pull my hand away from him. My anger cools slightly at the touch, my tense muscles relaxing.

“She won’t kill you,” Leonardo tells him, coming to stand at my side. He holds his palm out, nodding to my gun. With narrowed eyes, I drop it into his waiting hand, never once moving my gaze from his. His jaw is clenched, the muscles straining against the harsh set of his mouth. If I thought I was angry, he looks even more so, though I don’t understand why. He cocks his head slightly, his lips twitching into a smile when he fingers the trigger. “But that doesn’t mean I can’t.”

Without warning, he raises his arm, pulling the trigger and sending a bullet straight into the guy’s forehead. Blood pours from the wound before his long body falls backwards, landing harshly against the tiled floor. Leonardo tucks two fingers under my jaw, pulling my gaze to his. He leans in, his forehead almost touching mine. “Have a good night, Princess.”

With a smug smirk on his face, Leonardo walks away from me. Felicity and Georgina stare at the mess on the floor, their mouths agape in shock—maybe a little in horror too. Though I can’t really blame them. It’s one thing to know that the men you’ve been around kill without remorse, it’s a complete other to see it with your own eyes.

Not for me though.

This is the second time Leonardo has taken the kill shot for me when I didn’t pull the trigger. That shouldn’t affect me the way it does, yet warmth spreads within me.

This time, however, the dead is an innocent—mostly. If I hadn’t let my anger and sorrow take me over in a split second, he would still be alive. But he’s not. Because of me.

I know I should feel bad.

I don’t.

There’s a price to pay when you enter this world—blood. It’s a shame the guy wound up in front of the wrong girl tonight and paid the price for it.

My eyes stay locked on Leonardo as he saunters off, his face still set with that infuriating smirk. He leaves through a back door, but a couple of men I recognise from around the mansion come and clean up the mess left behind.

The music blares louder once more, dancing resumes on the floor, and in only minutes it’s as if a man didn’t just have his life ended for simply putting his hands on the wrong person at the wrong time.

Turning to face Felicity, I offer her a small smile, but it does little to settle her tense muscles. Georgina is faring only slightly better as she lifts her drink to her mouth with a trembling hand and wide fearful eyes.

“I mean, they say only the good die young, right?” Shrugging, a wry smile crosses my lips. “Maybe he was one of the good ones?”

Their eyes bug at my words for a second before a giggle falls from Felicity’s mouth,

“Okay. We need more drinks, more dancing, and to end this night on a high,” Georgina shouts out over the raucous crowd. “Plus, I need to cool down. That may have been scary as fuck, but watching Leonardo kill that man may have gotten me way hotter than it should have.”

She fans herself as she speaks, and I fight the urge to pull my gun on her next. My fingers twitch over the holster on my thigh while I try and fail to talk myself out of it, but I come up empty.

That motherfucker stole my gun.

My gaze falls on the door to the far left of the club. It’s not near the exit, and it’s where Leonardo came from so . . .

“Felicity,” I say to my friend without taking my eyes off the door. “If I went through that door, where would it take me?”

She wrinkles her nose, following my line of sight. “That’s the office and stuff behind there, why?”

“Who owns this nightclub?”

“It’s Leonardo’s actually, why?” she asks slowly, cautiously.

I shrug before walking in that direction. She calls out behind me, her voice hurried as she tries to stop me, but the sound is lost in the sea of noise—not that her pleas would stop me anyway.

He stole my gun.

Nobody gets to steal my gun.

That was a gift from Papá for my sixteenth birthday.

When most girls are getting make-up and fancy clothes, nice jewellery, I was given my SIG Sauer, and it became one of my most treasured possessions. Without it strapped to my body, I feel naked. Bare.

Unsafe.

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