The Handsome Devil

Chapter 37 - Shoot

She heard the metal hinges creak before Max's hands roughly pushed her into the cold basement and locked the door closed.

Gabriel's body was, similarly to Thomas's mere days ago, tied to a chair in the middle of the room. In fact, you could still see the dark stain where the blood of the previous victim soaked into the concrete. Nonetheless, Deya felt a sense of relief seeing that Gabriel appeared unharmed, except one black eye and a trace of blood in the corner of his mouth.

Noticing he got to keep all his teeth, nails, fingers and other body parts,she felt rather optimistic.

Her eyes cautiously took in the three dark silhouettes standing at the back of the room, but the dim lighting was casting impenetrable shadow over their faces.

Could one of them be Dylan?

It wouldn't surprise her, considering he was there while Max tortured Thomas, and let's not forget he's practically his right hand.

The devil slowly turned around before reaching to the waistband of his jeans and pulling something out, which caught Deya's attention.

A gun.

The girl's heart dropped instantly at the sight and her body broke into tremble. This is it. He wants me to kill him.

She recalled his words from the day before and all the pieces fell into place.

Seeing that it's unlikely she'll willingly touch the weapon, Max didn't hesitate and pushed it into her hand before forcing her fingers to wrap around the pistol grip.

Their eyes met, hers watery and full of pain while his cold blue orbs holding an excited sparkle. It was in that moment that she realised she'll probably never be able to fully understand the devil's complicated nature.

He's someone who's all keen on watching me shoot a human being.

As if having mind of their own, her arms raised, aiming the gun at the centre of Max's chest.

"You're sick." She breathed and took a cautious step backwards.

Nonetheless, even at gun point, the man managed to maintain his composure, and with stone hard expression took a step closer. Somehow, it was as if he expected that to happen.

"Stop!" She shouted a little too loud as she tried to prevent her hands from trembling. "I'll shoot you."

In her panic state, she was unsure to what degree was the threat real, but she hoped he won't force her to find out.

She was wrong.

"You won't." A smug smirk appeared on the devil's face and her forefinger twitched on the trigger impatiently. Out of habit, her brain prompted her to contradict him at all cost, but she managed to stop herself in time.

"What makes you so sure?" Her voice revealed a slight hint of curiosity under its fake confident mask.

"There's only one bullet in the gun," he pointed out, and it was time for her to smirk.

"Enough to take you down."

Once again, she was unsure how realistic the threat was. After all, it was earlier today that she held a gun for the very first time.

"Maybe.." The tone of his voice told her he's not finished yet, and the girl was stunned by the fact that he didn't even attempt to ridicule her shooting skills.

"But it's not enough to take out the men on guard," He pointed to the silhouettes nonchalantly. "They would shoot you the second you pull that trigger."