The tense silence in the room was broken by the sharp click of guns being c****d. Alice’s thugs, each armed to the teeth, stood ready, their eyes scanning the room for any sign of resistance.
At the center of it all, Alice held her pistol aimed squarely at Laura, her lips curled in a cruel smirk. Laura remained frozen, her breaths shallow, but her eyes flickered with fear. Alice’s voice cut through the air like a knife.
“One more step, Miguel,” she hissed, “and I’ll pull the trigger. Don’t test me.”
Miguel stood still, his hands raised slightly in a gesture of calm. His gaze never left Alice’s face as he replied, his tone steady. “Alice, you’re going about this all wrong. Do you really think you can force me into submission?”
Alice’s smirk faltered slightly, but she kept the gun stead
