LUCA'S POV
I pressed the tip of my blade sharply but slowly into his neck as he jolted awake, his eyes flung open as he stared at me, panting heavily.
“f**k man! You scared me!” He retorted, his eyes glancing around for help of any sort.
I pulled out his gun behind my waist, stretching it toward him.
“Looking for this angel?” I asked, tossing the gun towards him, but he didn't flinch; he sat staring at me wide-eyed,
“Go on... reach for it. Didn't you have enough time dancing with my wife in public, so why can't you pull that s**t now?” I asked him corking my brows to the left while trailing the knife over to his Adam's apple, which bobbed continuously as he tried to breathe.
His eyes bulging with fear, he readjusted in bed, his breath erratic. “Look man, I don't know. I have no idea
