Betty's POV

Cold sweat trickled down my skin. There was a chill and a feeling of dread I felt. Ivan's gun was pointed at his head; his gaze didn't have any hesitation in it, disregarding the fact that I was being held as a hostage.

A twisted thought whispered in my mind. It was hard to tell if he was bluffing or not. The boss pushed his gun closer to my throat.

As if he hadn't heard Ivan's earlier words, he repeated the threat. "I will shoot her. I am sure you don't ...