Chapter 110: SHOOT ME
"Then welcome to my world," Harlow said, her voice steady. Her green eyes blazed with uncontained fury as she spat the words she’d longed to say. "Because not only have I fallen out of love with you, I hate you. I hate you so much that if I had a gun, I could shoot you."
Alanis’s smile widened, slow and deliberate, a devil’s grin that only deepened the rage simmering inside her. Without a word, he leaned back in his chair, his movements calm and measured, and then, to everyone’s shock, he reached into his coat. A metallic clink shattered the tense silence as he tossed a gun onto the golden table.
"Huh!" Ava who was standing near the table, gasped sharply, her hands flying to her mouth. Her heart pounded against her ribcage, and a cold sweat began to form on her brow. Panic gripped her as her wide eyes darted between her mistress and her master. This was spiraling into chaos, a danger far beyond anything she could handle.
Harlow couldn’t have meant an actual gun, she could be bluffing as always, but of course, her master was prepared for it. In all her life, this is the closest she has been to an actual gun.
Her stomach churned with fear as she stared at the gun, gleaming under the chandelier’s soft light. Surely Miss Harlow wouldn’t do it. Surely she wouldn’t pull the trigger. But the hatred in her eyes told another story, a story Ava couldn’t bring herself to believe.
She took a step back, trembling.
Maybe she should get help. Yes, that was what she would do. But who could she call? Who could stop this couple’s madness?
Grandma Hamilton. Ava thought and nodded in agreement. The old woman was the only one who could talk sense into them, the only one who could diffuse this firestorm before it consumed them all.
Her thoughts spun in frantic circles as she hesitated, unsure if leaving the room would only make things worse. What if when she leaves Harlow will actually pull the trigger? Who would be here to witness and stop her then?