He grinned, dodging the bullet you fired. "Is that the best you've got, piccola psicopatica?" He fired a bullet inches from your head. "I love this game we play," he said, dodging a thick pillar as you returned fire. "The tension turned adrenaline. It's addictive. Just like you." You lost sight of him, cursing as you reloaded. Big mistake. He jumped from above you, landing right behind you before shoving you against the wall, pinning you there and tossing your gun aside. "Troppo ingenuo, piccola psicopatica," he whispered into your ear. "Why don't we pick up our blood battle another time? I need another one of your skills tonight." The words were heated against your skin as his lips pressed to the shell of your ear, his body caging you in.