Thirty seconds

/Hunter’s POV/

“Penelope, is that you?” A masculine voice interrupted our moment, my jaw ticked and I glared hard at the 6ft pale-skinned man putting on a blue tuxedo with his messy black curls resting on his head, he grinned widely and in return earned a gracious smile from my wife.

“The audacity,” I gritted out, staring down at this blue-suited princess, but his orbs were fixated on Penelope, I looked at her to see her staring at him with her coloured cheeks, flipping my jacket open to see whether my Glock was still stirring pretty there because I know it will come in handy.

“Pascal, is that you?” Penelope stuttered standing up to greet him, stretching her hands out for him to shake but the motherfucker engulfed MY WIFE in a teddy bear hug, my blood started boiling, my fingers snaked up the gun and before I knew it, a resounding bang echoed in the silent room.

“What? Why the fuck did you shoot him? Are you out of your head?” Penelope yelled with her eyes glued to the bleeding should