[Music: Loaded Gun By Saint Vice]

I’m... I’m gonna die.

He’s gonna fucking shoot my lady parts to bits, isn’t he? Killing me in the cruelest way possible, and my poor spirit will be haunted by such freaky death!

I squeezed my eyes shut, waiting for the inevitable. I saw this coming; I always did since the moment I married him.

My only regret was not getting the chance to stab him in the heart for what he did to my sister.

Get on with it, you heartless snake. I’ll see you in hell.

His hold on my neck loosened. The suffocating texture of a mountain body pressing into me was gone, as well as the warm steel grazing my panties.

I was suddenly hoisted and flung onto his shoulder like a piece of cloth.

"What are you—! Let me go, you slimy snake!" I beat my fist against his back, but it was akin to whipping a damn wall.

Zade walked, not a bit concerned by my screams and curses. My racket was cut short when I caught two men coming after us.

"Behind you!" I shrieked.

My world spun as Zade redirected, and I shut my eyes, waiting for the impact of a bullet, but it never came.

Gunshots were fired, and when Zade was back to moving, I saw the two men in a pool of their own blood.

He took them down that easily?

Zade kicked open a door leading to the main room. The whole place had been torn apart, walls punctured with holes, tables upside down, and a few bodies on the ground with blood everywhere.

It altered my brain to think that this was the same place with elites at each table, with their soft laughter, and the chime of crystal glasses. But now it has been reduced to such a pitiful state.

It was frightening how much damage could be done when dangerous men decide to solve problems by shooting at their asses.

Zade carried me all the way to the edge of the room, where a wide leather sofa was, under a large chandelier. I yelped as he tossed me against it.

I tried to crawl away, but he dragged my ass back, and I swung my arm. A heavy satisfaction washed over me when he turned back and used his thumb to wipe off the blood at the corner of his lips.

Zade eyed the stain, then me, a chuckle rolling off him like a thunderous echo.

What’s funny right now?

He rolled his shoulder back and stood taller like a colossal snake looming over me.

Horror clogged my throat when he unfastened his belt in a swift action. The sharp crack of leather striking the floor split through the air, making me jump off.

Whereas he caught me, tugging me back to him with little effort. He locked my hands behind my back to keep me in place.

"Not so fast, kitten."

I groaned as he snapped the belt in place, using it to bind my wrist, the leather biting into my flesh.

Forced to my knees before him, I watched him sit on the sofa, exhaling quietly as his hand slid through his hair, the dark blond strands brushing backwards in ease.

"You’re a fucking handful..." he remarked, devilishly amused.

"Just get on with it!" I seethed, squirming to break free from the binds.

"Get on with what?" he teased lightly.

"Kill me!" I shrieked, and the moment the words left me, I regretted them.

His measures leading to this moment didn’t have the vaguest of bloodlust against me. Have I thought it wrong all along?

I instantly thought otherwise when Zade drew his gun from the shoulder holster and leveled it at my forehead, flicking off the safety.

A shiver ran through me as he pressed the cold muzzle against my forehead. Slowly, he moved it down to my nose, following the straight line.

Darkness swallowed my vision as he redirected to my cheek, stroking tenderly in the most bizarre way possible.

"Open your eyes."

At his low command, I did. My eyes were glassy with tears on the brink of slipping down my lashes.

Zade maintained eye contact as he lowered the pistol to my neck, twisting the barrel a little as if to feel my pulse before he dragged it to my collarbone, tracing the line in a controlled movement that clashed with my thundering heartbeat.

He dragged it lower, my breathing hitching as the cold steel fell on the top of my bosom, ascending and descending with every drag of air I tried to take.

My throat burned as he pushed the muzzle down like he wanted to thrust through the curve of my cleavage.

By the passing second, I felt so close to death. This was the scariest moment of my life because he had his finger on the fucking trigger the entire time.

He pulled the trigger.

Click!

The hollow sound cut through the air like a blade. A harsh wind of air fled me, tears running down my face.

"You’re my wife, kitten. Why would I kill you?"

He said those words as if I’d been the crazy one all along.

I gaped at him, whatever words dying in my throat, and suddenly I was hauled over his lap, positioned crudely.

"Stay still," he said in a commanding tone, and any attempt to squirm was gone.

My body was still in shock from teetering at the edge of life and death, a few seconds ago.

I peeked over my shoulder to find Zade taking out his phone and casually scrolling through it with ease, his other hand spread out to the back of the sofa.

He sighed, pressing the cell to his ear, a dial covering the space around us.

"There better be good news," he said, pausing for a few seconds. "Finish up."

He ended the call and dropped his phone, catching my gaze.

"Comfortable?" he asked.

"F-F-Fuck you—AH!"

H-He spanked me!