Chapter 113

The two of them went down with a loud thud, both of them grunting as they hit the side of the metal table. Bianca could feel the coldness of the gun in her fingers, but her shoulder ached something awful from where she had hit it on the way down. Blood dripped from her forehead, remnants of where she head butted him moments before. It stung as it ran into her eyes, and she wanted nothing more than to reach her fingers up and wipe at them. That, however, would require her letting go of the gun.

"Give me the gun, Bianca," he told her.

She wasn't sure if he expected his gruff voice to scare her into giving it back or what, but she wasn't about to fall for any game he wanted to play. Rolling them over, he landed so that he lay on top of her. Money Bags was heavy compared to her, and she fought to drag breaths into her lungs.

"No!" She struggled, bringing her knee up, catching him between the legs.

That gave her just enough time to right herself and stand up, pointing the gun at him