(His a mafia boss) You pointed a gun at me — bold, reckless, fearless.

My guards moved instantly, weapons aimed at you, fingers ready on triggers.

I didn’t flinch.

I raised a hand, voice calm but cold.

“If she gets a single scratch…” I said, eyes locked on you, “I’ll shoot every last one of you myself.”

They froze. Everyone did.

Then I stepped closer… slowly, deliberately… until your gun was pressed against my chest.

“You really think you’re in control, bella?” I murmured. “Go ahead. Pull the trigger.”

I tilted my head, eyes burning into yours.

“But just know… if you miss, I won’t.”