Watching Ryan and Aldo intently, I try not to make it obvious by sitting sideways, so I'm not fully turned to them, nor to my bowl.
For a moment, it seems like they’re just talking—not until Ryan moves. Quick as lightning, he thrusts his hand forward, and in an instant, he’s holding a gun pressed firmly against Aldo’s forehead.
A gasp rips from my throat as I jump up from my stool, hands flying to cover my mouth. “Ryan!” I cry out, my voice trembling with shock.
This isn’t what anyone would call friendly!
My heart thunders loudly against my chest as I watch the exchange.
How long has that gun been under Aldo’s jacket? Has it been there the entire time he stood next to me? Does this mean if I go against him, he can easily pull it out???
Oh God. I’ve never seen a real gun up close—only
