"Mr. Nikolas Bastiani."
Viviana fished into her purse, taking out and pressing something cold and metal against his chest.
Nikolas glanced down. It was a pistol. "Hm?" he hummed, amused.
She coldly smiled. "Are you messing around with me? Perhaps, trying to scam me? Just so you are aware, I can find you if you even dare. You won't be able to escape me, so I'd advise you not to even think about it."
"Now, now, cupcake." His chuckle vibrated instead. "I told you…"
He wrapped a hand around the finger, smiling charmingly.
"…I am all yours."