Nevio's pov
"Fire the gun Nevio, if you dare," He pushed, stepping into the barrel’s path with not a shred of fear in his eyes.
I tightened my grip around the trigger. My father’s gaze was unwavering, full of calculated madness and an arrogance that only years of control could forge.
"You think I won't?" I said lowly, my voice a gravelly threat.
He chuckled, deep and slow. "I know you won't. Because you still think there's a way out of marrying Liana," he taunted.
I moved in closer, my gun still aimed squarely at his chest. "Try me. One more cryptic sentence, and I’ll cross that line so fast it’ll split the earth in half."
He raised his hands lazily as if in surrender, but his smirk never faded. "I already split it, Nevio. I just came to see how long it would take you to realize that
