FALLON
Leone’s laugh, dark and menacing, the sound bounces off the walls. “Bravo, Fallon,” he says, a slow clap accompanying his feigned admiration. “Do you honestly think you can bluff your way out of this?”
“Who said anything about bluffing?” I retort, my gaze locked on his.
“Put the gun down, cara mia,” he coaxes, his tone dripping with deceitful warmth. “We both know you won’t pull the trigger. You’re too precious, too full of life to end it all here.”
My mind races, scrambling for an exit, a crack in his armor I could exploit. There is none.
“Don’t be foolish,” he growls, taking a calculated step forward, his hand reaching out.
“Stay back!” I command, pressing the gun harder against my skin, feeling the bite of its chill. “One more step and I swear—”
“Swear what, Fallon?” he i
