The safety on a Desert Eagle clicks with a heavy, metallic snap that sounds exactly like a breaking bone.
Jane watched the black steel barrel waver. It was aimed perfectly at the bridge of her nose, but the trajectory kept dipping. Ryan was shaking too hard to hold the heavy caliber weapon steady.
The emergency backup lights painted the penthouse in a harsh, strobing red. It made the sweat on Ryan’s pale face look like fresh blood.
"I asked you a question, Jane," Ryan choked out. His voice was entirely stripped of the booming, posturing Alpha bass he used for the cameras. He sounded like a terrified little boy. "What did he do?"
Jane didn't look at the gun. She looked at Ryan’s collar. The bespoke silk was completely ruined by his panicked sweat. It clung to his neck, yellowing under t
