CLICK.
The unmistakable sound of the pistol's safety being switched off echoed through the quiet room.
Alex moved the cold steel of the barrel and rested it right beneath her chin, forcing her to look up into his dead eyes. He was ready to pull the trigger on their mutual destruction. He had nothing left to lose. Emily had rejected him, Lawrence was dead, and the woman sharing his bed was a part of the entire nightmare.
"Give me one good reason why I shouldn't end this right now," Alex whispered, his finger tightening against the trigger guard.
Victoria swallowed hard, refusing to look away. "Go ahead, Alex. Just know that killing me doesn't solve anything, it will only compound your problems."
Suddenly, heavy thud echoed from the front of the condo. The main electronic security door groaned as it was forced open, followed by the heavy click of expensive shoes against the marble foyer.
