Make a choice

Daphne's POV

My fingers relaxed on the trigger, just enough to make him step away, but it seems I had forgotten how much of a psychopath Lorenzo was and that it hadn't changed a bit.

“ Do it” his lips curled into a smile as he dared. “ I would love to die by your hands anyway, if I am dead, at least you will be there for our kids” he said to me.

I scoffed at how blunt he was barely able to bear myself to pull the trigger, my hands relaxed on the trigger before I placed it down.

“What is wrong? You don't have bullets in yours? I can hand you mine, dying in your hands would be much better than dying in anyone else's hands, Daphne”.

“ Fuck off’’ I pushed against his chest, trying to hide the tears that attempted to race out. “ Don't come close to me”

He stepped closer, bridging the gap between us, he held my head, lifting my chin with a finger before clasping his lips against mine. I fought, bite into his lips, scared that I might enjoy it a tad bit too much, and he would catch on