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Nervous. That's all my emotions that are rushing through me summed into one right now, and I never get nervous. I always have a plan, always have a way on how to get out of difficult situations because I'm smart with the way I go around things. Yet right now, I'm being proved wrong by everything, the universe fucking despises me and that's no secret.

As pleasant as it feels having Nikolai, and even his semi erection, so close to me, all I'm feeling is repulsed by him. The way his body felt against mine no doubt sent pulses to my clit, but it didn't change the facts. I hate people touching me when they don't need to, and considering that he's touching me and making me feel so little compared to him, its just continuously feeding into my anger.

"Stop making this more fucking difficult for yourself, just listen." His hot breathe grazes the side of my neck, the hairs covering my body standing up. Chills. That's what I received from him and his demand. I had no business to do what he says, but I was curious. What does he want with me? I nod, and when he receives my wordless promise on not moving, he releases his grasp and I immediately turned around.

His grey irises are full of lust, and from that I know that I had an affect on him, one that I could definitively use to my advantage. "What do you want from me?" I look up at him, only to be met with my gun pointing at my forehead. What the actual full blown fuck? When did he manage that?

His eyes bore into mine, unlike the lustful ones I was met with just a few seconds ago, they now held no emotion. It's almost like he had none to begin with and it was all an illusion I made up in my head. But that wasn't it, there was something more meaningful behind his grey eyes. Something similar to revenge, I feel, however I did no wrong to him. Unless when papá was leader, he wronged many people in his time of reign, however I managed to get myself out of his problems.

"Well this is amusing, you have my gun aimed at my head." I emphasise the my coming out my mouth, whilst looking directly into his orbs of grey making sure I don't show any ounce of fright. In reality, I wasn't scared of him, but perhaps the alcohol that remained in my system altered my outlook on things. Because right now, I was fucking petrified, I had nothing on me. My gun was in his hands, my knife.

I unclench my fist that's at my side, and reach for the knife still strapped into the band wrapped around my right thigh and pull it out. The 5 inch blade was enough to kill the man if I had him where I wanted him, but that wasn't the situation right now. It doesn't take him long to realise what's just occurred as he looks down and back up, certainly realising the knife in my hold. I swear I see the tiniest smirk appear across his face and amusement glisten in his eyes, but as fast as it happened, it disappeared.

"You shoot, I stab." I trail my knife up to his heart, I knew that was stupid to say. I would instantly be dead whereas he would still have a massive chance to carry on living. "You know that's some stupid shit to say, angel." That fucking nickname. How the fuck did he even know what I was thinking? That amusement that I once saw in him, reappears and pools in his eyes.

"Drop the gun, Niko." I was close to stepping on his damn foot, and I absolutely will because my patience will not outlast his mind games he's currently playing with me. After a few seconds go by, maybe even minutes, I know he's not going to do anything. The grasp I had around the knife's handle tightens, and I look at him directly in the eyes whilst I apply pressure to his chest. And when he finally realises what's truly going on, he looks down, immediately letting go of the gun and me. I take my chances, unlocking the door and rushing out, however I hear no protests from the man I just left behind.