Pike (The Pawn Duet #1) - T.M. Frazier Page 0,73

of him like toxic chemicals rising into the air.

I hold my breath and steel my nerves. Pike steps in, bare-chested and glistening with sweat. His jeans are undone and low on his waist, exposing the band of his black boxer briefs.

I raise the gun in both hands, aiming it at his chest. "I have to go. You can't stop me," I say, with all the resolve I have left. “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, less people will die. YOU won’t die. So, just let me leave. I have a plan. It will work. I’ll take them down for both of us.”

“No.” Pike looks from me to the gun. "And as I’ve told you before, you're not going anywhere." His words are dark and menacing. An amused smile turns up the corners of his lips.

It's infuriating. He's infuriating.

I straighten my shoulders. "What's so funny?" I ask, swallowing down the rising fear in my throat. I remind myself of one important fact to keep from choking on that fear.

I'm the one holding the gun.

Instead of freezing or retreating as one would do in this situation, Pike takes a bold step forward, catching me off guard. I stagger backward, but I'm not fast enough. He reaches out, and at first, I think he's going for the weapon, but he doesn't. He confuses me as he wraps his hands around mine, tightening my grip around the gun. He lifts my hands and bends slightly at the waist, forcefully pressing the barrel against his forehead. "You wanna shoot me, Mic? Then, fucking shoot me," he dares, with wild blood shoot eyes.

My mouth drops open, but words don't come out. I expected Pike to defend himself. To come at me. To step aside and let me leave, even though it was the least possible of all the outcomes. I didn't plan for this.

I can do this. I have to do this.

"Not what you were expecting?" His tone is both mocking and rage-filled. "I know what that pretty brain of yours is thinking. You want me to attack you and make pulling the trigger easier on that conscious of yours." He bites out a laugh. "Not gonna happen. If you want to do this, I'm not going to stand in your way, but you're not fucking leaving either. So, come on. Shoot me. Go ahead. Do what you planned to do." His eyes narrow with determination. My hands shake in his. "Pull the fucking trigger!"

The air around us is thick and charged. My skin breaks out in a sheen of sweat. My adrenaline spikes, and I feel all too alert. Too aware of what's taking place between us.

I grip the gun tighter and gaze into his dark eyes, his pupils are large and covering every hint of color within them. Behind the anger and determination, there's something else that I didn't expect. Something that I'm all too familiar with. Hurt. Pain that mirrors my own. Desperation that calls out to me like a piece of my soul trapped within Pike.

"Shoot me!" he cries, his face red with anger, teeth bared like a wild animal. "Fucking shoot me!"

With those words, my fiery resolve dissolves into ash.

I step back, needing to put some distance between us, but Pike doesn't have the same thought. He follows me backward, keeping his grip tight on my hands and the gun between them.

"I…I can't do this," I whisper, releasing my grip on the gun.

Pike releases his hold on me, catching the gun before it can fall to the floor.

Shit.

I look to the window, but it's too high, and Pike is directly in front of the only door. There's no escape. So much for being brave. Instead, I've signed my own death warrant. My heart races erratically with the realization that this is it. It's over.

I'm over.

"This was a really stupid fucking move for someone who claims to be so smart, " Pike sneers. He raises the gun.

I pinch my eyes shut, waiting for the feel the bullet of his wrath to pierce my skin. I hear a thud, and my eyes fly open and land on the carpet where Pike's tossed the gun to the floor.

My eyes meet his in silent question. Why?

He answers by charging, a one-man stampede I can't avoid as he barrels toward me. His chest crashes against mine, and my head connects with the wall with a thud