“What are you gonna do with that gun?”
Giovanni turned to her with an expression so unreadable it was quite amusing for him to conjure it up. “What the hell do you think people do with guns?!”
Ava’s eyes never left the weapon. “You shouldn’t play with guns.”
“Who said I was playing?” With one hand on the steering wheel and the other on the gun, he whirled the car around and sharply turned a corner.
Ava was no longer concerned about how she was being tossed around inside the car. All she cared about at that moment was that the gun never faced her.
“Open your window,” Giovanni instructed, but she was too busy staring at the piece of metal on his hand. “AVA!”
“What?! Stop screaming!”
“Open the goddamn window! Do I have to spell that out for you? Jesus Christ, someone give this woman
