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laughed, and then I turned. I was right. She had it pointed at me, and to an untrained eye, her hold was steady. Finger over the trigger, ready to go. But my eye wasn't untrained. It was trained by the best. It was the sharpest eye you could have, and I could see what she was trying to hide.

The tiny tremble of her hand as she held onto the gun. How relaxed her finger was as it hovered over the trigger. She wasn't even touching it. Whatever craziness she had running through her head, she didn't mean it.

Clearly the craziness was to kill me... But she wouldn't do it. I knew her too well.

That didn't mean I didn't want to push her.

I did.

Fuck.

I wanted to push her so hard. See if she'd even come close to pulling the trigger.

I wanted to see how far she'd go before she'd break.

And I hated myself for it.

But not enough to stop.

Not enough to stop and let her calm down like she needed to. I wanted to push and shove and bend her in every possible direction until she snapped. Because when she snapped, there was a good chance I'd have her naked body against mine once again.

When she was standing in front of me the way she was, angry as fuck but hot as hell, there was nothing I wanted more than to rip her clothes off and fuck her until she screamed. When she was standing up to me like this, I wanted to make her submit to me. Bend to me. Break for me. I wanted to fight her until she succumbed to my will and gasped and begged for more the whole way through it.

I wanted to fuck her so hard and so thoroughly that she'd forget anyone other than me had ever pounded her tight pussy.

I wanted to fuck her so hard she'd never doubt again that she belonged to me—that she was mine.

Chapter Thirteen – Adriana

The silence was terrifyingly loud.

It was an oxymoron in every way. How could silence be loud? Silence was the absence of noise, yet it was deafening, because the sound it made couldn't be heard. The vibrations that traveled through the air danced like weightless feathers on a breeze.

I wished I knew what he was thinking.

Hell, I wished I knew what I was thinking.

I didn't know why I was holding this gun.

I had even less of an idea why I had it pointed at him.

Maybe I wanted to convince myself I could do this. That was I strong enough. That he was wrong. That I wouldn't be alone.

I had to believe that Darien was alive. Isaiah, I literally could not care less about that bastardo, and I knew Gaige would fly here in the eye of a tornado if he had to.

I wouldn't be alone without Hunter.

The next problem was that I didn't want to be without him, either.

That was the scariest thing.

“You think you can trust Gaige, Addy?” Hunter's silver eyes sliced into mine, but I held my ground. He cracked his knuckles in front of him, a darkness gliding over his face. “You really think you can trust anyone that isn't in this house with you?”

I lifted my chin. “You think you can tell me who to trust?”

“Not for a second.” He took several steps forward—I took them backward. His lips quirked, but the darkness, almost hinting at a warning, still played across his features. “But I can tell you who I think you should trust. The decisions you make in the end are entirely yours. Let me tell you one thing, though.” His arm shot out and he grabbed the barrel of the gun.

I let go of it when he yanked it away from my hand. “What? We're gonna switch places again?”

He clicked the safely on slowly, then ran his roughened fingertips down the side of the gun. The move looked calculated, and a shiver rattled across my skin as his glided so easily over the shiny edge of it. He glanced up, his eyes seemingly the exact same shade of metallic gray as the barrel, and reached to the side.

The gun clanged quietly as it touched the marble surface of the island. I hated the way it echoed through the room like a threat.

Fuck that stupid gun.

“I'm waiting.” I put my hands on my hips and started him down. “You're not really saying much, are you?”

He stepped closer to me. So close that if I inhaled too deeply my breasts