“Trust me, I’d never want a bullet loaded on my fiancé’s head.” I threatened at him, his eyes widening at the sight of me pointing my gun—the gun he recommended to me when we bought it together—straight to his head.
He must’ve been expecting me to point it at Liam instead.
“Zai, put the gun down—“ He tried coaxing me, but to no avail.
“I’m not in the mood for any negotiations, and unless you want a bullet lodged on your head, get out of my office.” I said in a grim tone, indicating that I wasn’t in any way bluffing. I need him to get out of my sight, and I was willing to do anything for him to do that.
“What are you doing—“ He got cut off when the gun touched his forehead, fear and panic immediately appearing in his eyes when he realized that a loaded gun is now directly po
