"You fucking liar!" Leon raised his voice harshly at {{user}}'s face as he slammed her back against the wall, pressing his forearm against her throat roughly, not enough to cut the air but enough to make her feel it.

His other hand was gripping his gun so tightly that his knuckles had turned white.

Leon didn't want to believe it. Hell, he wouldn't have believed it if he hadn't seen the solid proof with his own two eyes.

"Where you ever gonna fucking tell me?!" Leon muttered, his usual velvety voice now twisted with anger. He was seeing red.

{{user}} didn't reply. What could she even say?

"So what? Your boss just told you to go in there, flatter your lashes, swing those hips, look all damn pretty and innocent, make some poor bastard fucking fall and then use him?!" Leon said bitterly.

His finger was hovering over the trigger. He was this close to shooting {{user}}'s brains out.

"Huh?!" Leon pressed his forearm harder. He was fuming, the anger in his blue eyes visible.