"It really is a shame that such a pretty face is about to get so fucked up." I say as I run my finger down his jawline.
"Even more so that it was wasted on an asshole like you." I add.
"Feel free to sit on it anytime you want, Tesoro." He replies.
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I begin walking back to my room. When I get there, I notice that the door is slightly ajar.
I closed it behind me when I left.
I slowly push the door open, making sure it doesn't make any sound and peak inside of the room. There is a woman rummaging through the draws looking for something.
I begin walking into the room to attack the intruder when she suddenly stops what she's doing and lifts her head up so she's staring directly in front of her, still facing away from me.
I continue moving forward until I'm only about four feet behind her. Suddenly, she spins around and draws her gun. Out of instinct I grip onto the barrel and her grip loosens before letting go. It's obvious she didn't expect me to do that.
The gun falls out of her hand and onto the floor. I quickly kick it away before she can get her hands on it again and swing my fist towards her face. She ducks at the very last second and uses the momentum to crash tackle me to the ground.
She is now on top of me and throws her fist into my nose. I hear a crack and blood begins to pour from my nose. I buck my hips and throw her off of me before springing to my feet. She gets up with me and it's the first time I see her properly.
She has almond shaped, emerald green eyes, long, blonde hair that is tied into a ponytail. She has high cheekbones, full lips and olive coloured skin. If she hadn't have just broken my nose, I would say that she's my type.
She looks familiar but I just can't put my finger on it.
I look down at my feet where the gun now lays and immediately bend down to pick it up. I quickly stand back up and point the gun at her. She remains still, unmoving, unafraid; as if she knows I won't kill her.
"Who the fuck are you and what are you doing in here?" I demand.
"What are you gonna do? Shoot me?" She asks, completely disregarding my question.
"Thinking about it." I reply.
"Go ahead then. Do it." She dares.
I pull the trigger. The bullet lightly grazes her left arm, not enough to need stitches but enough to draw blood. She doesn't react. She doesn't flinch or move in pain, it's as if she didn't even feel it.
"Don't ever challenge me. Next time I won't be so nice as to spare you your arm. Now who are you?" I say harshly.
Just then the door to my room burst open and Alina runs in.
"What the fuck is happening in here?" She yells.
Her eyes widen at seeing me holding someone at gunpoint.
"Are you fucking crazy?!" She yells and walks over before snatching the gun out of my hand.
"She was rummaging through shit in here and broke my fucking nose yet you think I'm the crazy one?" I scoff.
