Chapter 11
Anna (Aviana)
The cold metal of the pistol pressed against my head.
I held my breath, my heart surprisingly steady as Duncan stared into my soul, waiting for an answer.
“I don't like to wait , Anna.” He said, his voice l disturbingly calm.
“I don't know why you want me to say, maybe ask Roberto about my past,” i shot back, meeting his gaze head on without flinching. “I was an orphan who spent my teen years selling and pushing drugs. Picked up a few tricms from the trade.” I spat, clenching my fists, glaring at him. He was lucky I was under the law now. He'd be dead by now
Duncan smirked, amusement dancing in my eyes.
“Interesting…”
Without another word, he stoód, tucking his gun in his holste. Turning away, be strode to his desk, stopping a few feet from the window as h
