“No need to go this far, sweetheart,” Leon sighed, his words contrasting the amusement laced in his tone.

His hand squeezed your thigh as you remained nestled on his lap, the cold metal of your gun kissing his forehead. His hand slowly inched upwards in a feeble attempt to coax you to relax, however, it prompted you to further press the weapon to his head, tilting it back.

“Okay, fine,” he cooed and dragged his hand down. “If you’re that upset over my murder attempt, I’m sorry.”