Mr. Petrov's hands balled into fists beside him, and he shut his eyes, taking a deep breath.
"One…Two…" Caesar suddenly began to count in a singy, songy voice. "Three...four." The gun was cocked and aimed right at Dimitri's shoulder. "Fiv-"
Immediately before the trigger could be pulled, Mr. Petrov dropped to his knees. Fuck, he would never take such a risk.
Caesar's lips stretched into a half smile, his eyes narrowing into a thin line. "Adeline." He looked at her.
Adeline's pearls bored into his pupils and it softened for a second for her.
"Go ahead, do whatever you desire to him. Humiliate him like you've always wanted to. Let out all your anger on him."
"Can I do that?" Adeline asked, cupping his cheek with an unsure expression.
"Absolutely," Caesar responded, slipping a strand of her hair behind her ear. "I'm right here, no one will stop you."
Adeline took a deep breath and glanced at Mr. Petrov. "Anything…I want?"
