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I met his eyes.
The boss had cool grey eyes. They reflected the sky tonight as it hung above our heads, low and threatening. The rolling clouds, heavy with water, growled at us from above. Snarling like a beast waiting with its maw open.
There was nothing behind his eyes.
No remorse. No anger. No annoyance. It was as if I were simply another chore he had to take care of, and honestly, I might as well have been.
The click of the gun being cocked, grounded me.
Everything hightened. The sound of my blood thrumming through my veins suddenly sounded like precussion grenades. I felt like I could watch each raindrop as it splattered on the cold hard ground.
I clenched my jaw, words clawing past my teeth.
"You don't want to kill me."
The boss looked at me. Cold grey glassing over as he assessed me. "Why?"
I didn't fail to notice how the gun dug less harshly into my face. I didn't fail to notice his eyes widen fractionally before settling down. He saw something that mattered. He saw what I knew he was looking for.
"Let's talk somewhere more private," I said, ignoring the goons and how their lips twisted into scowls.
Leaning down to my level, the boss levelled his eyes with mine. Steel and boredom swirling around, emotions were lazy fish in his tank eyes. "I don't like having regrets, so if you," he said, annouciating the word by pressing the gun to my temple, "make me regret this, I won't hesistate."
More sly than a fox, I felt a grin creep onto my features.
"Of course boss."
The gun pressed hard against my head once more before being removed completely. The safety clicked back on and the weapon was settled into place under the boss's coat, hidden and untouched.
Recklessness never felt this controlled - this powerful.
