Miranda's POV:
Luca dragged me out of the basement and back to that cursed room.
"Did you have to do that?!" I yelled as he shoved me into the room, locking the door behind him.
He turned to me, his eyes like that of a predator after it sighted its prey. I took a subconscious step back, the malicious aura rolling out of him in massive waves. "Do I need your permission to do what I want?" He snarled, his voice dripping with ice and anger.
I clenched my teeth and balled my hands into fists. Every instinct I possessed screamed at me to punch his pretty face in. But my eyes went to the gun he still had with him. I had a twisted knowledge that if I attacked, he would pull that gun on me.
Fuck! If only I could rip it from him, he'd be lying dead in seconds.
"The hard drive, officer." H
