A good Poker Face

I couldn’t help but let out a playful chuckle, seeing her so disgusted by me.
“Really, I don’t think you want to be doing that.” I said calmly.

She pressed the gun harder against me.
“Oh, I think I do.”
I caught her eyes and raised my eyebrows.
“Oh, baby!”

The smirk on my face would have stayed quite a while longer had the look on her face not shattered it into a thousand little pieces. For a brief second I thought she was going to pull the trigger, and my eyes widened.

“You don’t know who you’re messing with.”

Ok, now I was starting to worry. Not only for the sake of my future lineage, but also that I just might have underestimated her by a smudge. As my father always said: In times of trouble, you better have a damn good poker face…

“Oh, but I do. Do you honestly think I would be stupid enough to pursue you on my own? Look around you, bella. They could be anywhere.”
“You’re lying…”
I shrugged indifferently.
“If you say so…”
The second she turned, the gun was down the sewer.

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