Chapter 11
Anna (Aviana)
The cold metal of the pistol pressed against my head.
I held my breath, my heart surprisingly steady as Duncan stared into my soul, waiting for an answer.
"I don't like to wait , Anna." He said, his voice l disturbingly calm.
"I don't know what you want me to say, maybe ask Roberto about my past," I shot back, meeting his gaze head on without flinching. "I was an orphan who spent my teen years selling and pushing drugs. Picked up a few tricks from the trade." I spat, clenching my fists, glaring at him. He was lucky I was under the law now. He'd be dead by now
Duncan smirked, amusement dancing in my eyes.
"Interesting..."
Without another word, he stoód, tucking his gun in his . Turning away, be strode to his desk, stopping a few feet from the window as he p
