I watched him closely; there was pure malice in his eyes. This was just a game for him. I said nothing. I clenched my jaw and we didn't break eye contact. He shifted a little; he was getting impatient.
"You know, for a mobster, you have neither patience nor talent," I blurted out, which made him open his mouth.
"Hey... You... How..." he began to form a sentence. "What the hell? Who do you think you are, little girl? You know you could end up in serious trouble here, right?"
He said, and from one of the pockets inside his jacket, he pulled out a revolver and pointed it directly at my face, between my eyes. At that moment, my heart began to pound. I hadn't seen any gun, so it caught me completely off guard and made me swallow hard.
"Well, you're not saying much now that you have a gun p
