![]() ![]() ![]() "Not what you were expecting?" His tone is both mocking and rage-filled. To step aside and let me leave, even though it was the least possible of all the outcomes. My mouth drops open, but words don't come out. "You wanna shoot me, Mic? Then, fucking shoot me," he dares, with wild blood shoot eyes. He lifts my hands and bends slightly at the waist, forcefully pressing the barrel against his forehead. ![]() He confuses me as he wraps his hands around mine, tightening my grip around the gun. ![]() He reaches out, and at first, I think he's going for the weapon, but he doesn't. I stagger backward, but I'm not fast enough. Instead of freezing or retreating as one would do in this situation, Pike takes a bold step forward, catching me off guard. I remind myself of one important fact to keep from choking on that fear. "What's so funny?" I ask, swallowing down the rising fear in my throat. An amused smile turns up the corners of his lips. "And as I’ve told you before, you're not going anywhere." His words are dark and menacing. I’ll take them down for both of us.” “No.” Pike looks from me to the gun. “You’re going to trade me and ambush them, but don’t you think they have the same plans for you? I have to go, and that way, fewer people will die. You can't stop me," I say, with all the resolve I have left. I raise the gun in both hands, aiming it at his chest. ![]()
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