Mancini's POV
I watched as her eyes widened and registered the shock of me pointing the gun at her.
She looked as if this wasn't the first time she had experienced a threat to her life in this way. I could even notice her shaking. She took one step, but my finger going to the trigger slowly made her pause
That's what I wanted. I wanted her to be afraid. To keep second-guessing about her life every moment. To know the real person who was in charge of her life and how I could control it, however I saw fit. I owned her. She should have known that by now.
I let her tremble in fear for a few more seconds before I lowered the gun.
Her shoulders sagged a little, as if she thought I was finished. She didn't understand that I was only beginning.
"You think I brought this here for nothing?" I asked, setting the gun again on the dresser. She didn't stop staring at the gun.
