He thought I was Kristie. Of course, HE did. That was the whole point of this charade. But his words sent a chill down my spine. He wasn’t just manipulative—he was obsessed!
Chelsea’s eyes flickered for a moment—fear? Regret? It was hard to tell. “You’re bluffing,” she said, though her voice wavered ever so slightly.
Gabriel pressed the gun harder against her temple. “Try me.”
Before I could think, Calvin pulled his gun, aiming from the shadows. I grabbed his arm.
“Are you insane?” I hissed.
“Stay here,” he whispered.
And then, he stepped out.
The sharp crack of a gunshot made me flinch. Calvin’s bullet hit Gabriel square in the chest. He stumbled back, a look of shock on his face as he crumpled to the ground. The gun slipped from his hand, skidding across the marble floor.
Chelsea staggered backward, her hands trembling. I rushed to her, gripping her shoulders.
“Are you okay?” I asked, my voice shaking.
She nodded, but her gaze was fixed on Gabriel’s lifeless body. “I… I didn’t think he’d…” Her voice trailed off.
I gazed at Gabriel, he’s not moving—HE IS DEAD PROBABLY. But why there is no blood?!
Calvin kept his gun trained on the body as he approached cautiously. “We need to go. Now.”