Becky’s POV
With icy, merciless eyes, the hitman pointed his revolver squarely at Paul. The space seemed smaller, the air charged with conflict. My mind ran for a way out while my heart hammered in my chest. We were caught; there was no hiding this time or running.
Paul came forward to cover me with his body. "You don't have to do this," he continued, his voice steady but slightly forceful. "Walk away now; none gets injured."
The hitman laughed a low, terrifying sound. "You assume this is my decision-making process? Joan wants you both gone and pays good money,” he cast a gloomy glare at me, “especially you, Becky.”
Though I pushed myself to retain his stare, fear shot through me. I refused to let him see my level of terror. You are only a pawn to her. She will toss you away like every
