IN LOVE WITH HIM

07

CAMILA LOPEZ

- but who said I was going to do it?

-p-sorry?!

- I leave you the honor, you are the one who will kill him.

My heart's heart palpitations are irregular. The hairs on my skin stand up, causing goosebumps at the same time. In terms of my facial expressions, I can feel many of my muscles freeze, my lips tremble and I stare in fear at the gun he hands me.

-go ahead Camila.

A precarious unsociable smile pierces his lips. Seeing that I still don't take the revolver he presents to me, the latter pirouettes lazily towards Dove and hands it to her.

- you know what you have to do, don't hesitate, you won't get a second chance.

Dove stares at the weapon for a moment, then without the slightest hesitation, he grabs it. Their leader smirks. His shoulder-length black hair falls limply across his forehead, almost blocking his view as he tilts his head forward and declares in an insensitive tone:

-we're going to play a game, which I admit is a little sordid, but you'll love it, he smiles falsely, Lorenzo, give me your gun.

The latter did not say a word, and removed his revolver from the back pocket of his jeans, then walked towards his boss and handed him the weapon in question:

-you see that, he shows me the weapon while flipping the safety, if you miss, he’ll get you.

He hands me the gun again, my whole body trembles, I know he's right, but I still don't grasp this bruised object, which makes him let out an annoyed sigh.

- are you ready to let him shoot you? he hissed between his full lips.

His gray eyes peered at me with a hint of irony, while his square jaw twitched. His thick furrowed eyebrows, combined with his presence, scared the s**t out of me, damn, this man was intimidating. Seeing that I still didn't react, he smiled, his right arm raised towards my face, his fingers trapped my jaw.

His face approached mine, almost gently, his lips were a breath away from mine, while his gaze searched me closely. I was concretely sure that he was testing my limits, he was waiting for a reaction from me, and I didn't get it.

I tilted my head to the side, to keep our lips and gazes from clashing, but his hand that held my jaw turned my head in his direction again. A slow, smirk stretched his lips as he tucked a stray strand of my hair behind my ear and finally said:

- takes.

I looked at the weapon with fear, trembling, I took it from his hand, my frightened and undecided gaze focused on their leader:

- I don't know how your psychotic brain processes things, but if you haven't figured it out yet, I'm not going to shoot it.

A fierce laugh escaped him at the same time as his unbridled gaze, it lingered on the revolver in my hand. If he didn't put a bullet in my head for even talking to him like that, then he's a lot more f****d up than I thought. Honestly, he scared the s**t out of me, I felt like at any moment his dementia was going to skyrocket, and that I would be the only one who would suffer the repercussions of his madness by behaving like this.

His features remained serene when he parted his lips and said:

- I must admit that your nerve baffles me.

I closed my eyes hard, internally trying to counter my fear, and I mostly succeeded.

- what if it was you that I pointed this gun at?

“Dare to do it if you have guts,” he hissed, grabbing my hand holding the gun and pointing it at his heart.

- just one bullet, and I will quickly become an ugly memory.

My hand trembles as I stare at him with a frightened look.

A bad memory?

- I'm going to shoot.

- but go ahead, honey.

I have nothing to lose, I am already doomed.

I will

do it...I'm going to do it!

I close my eyes, push all thoughts out of my mind, then without thinking, I pull the trigger. But to my great surprise, no detonation came from the weapon, not even a small sound. Nothing.

And there, when I opened my eyes, I noticed with horror that he

there was no

ball

- you really are the b***h I hoped you would be.

Our two eyes meet and clash, my legs threaten to give way because the fear and dread are inscribed in every muscle of my body. A shiver ripped through my body when he gently grabbed my jaw, letting