I took a deep breath, my pulse pounding in my ears as I walked over, standing directly in front of him. He kept the gun trained on me, unwavering. "You've met Eli, haven't you?" I said, my voice dripping with disdain. "He's a handsome man. Anyone would be lucky to have him on his side, even that old man Armand James."
His breath hitched, and I saw the anger rise in his eyes, transforming his expression from confident to volatile. "Don't you dare—"
"Don't I dare what?" I interrupted, leaning in closer, my tone challenging. "You think you can intimidate me? You think you can dictate what happens to my son and I can't dictate what happens to your son? Do you think you can control Maurice? I am not a man who you can mess around with "
He opened his mouth to retort, but the heat of the moment hung thick between us, electrifying the air. I could see the struggle in his eyes—his anger warring with the realization of the precarious position he had put himself in.
