Chapter 282
- Marvin
- “Drop the gun,” I repeated. The man pushed the gun to the back of Anya’s head as a dark chuckle escaped from his lips. “If you make one wrong move, if you call for back up or if one of you leaves this room—it’ll be the end for this one.”
- My gaze moved to the man’s sloppy grip around the gun, and I could tell that this was not someone experienced.