Page 73 of Reign of a Billionaire

He lifted his shoulder, looking at me in an unnerving way. “That revolver has been sitting in the same spot for years and hasn’t been cleaned once.”

“Why would you have a revolver with only one bullet on your nightstand?”

“Maybe I wanted to end it all.” I gaped at him, unsure whether he was serious. Maybe he was toying with me. “Want me to save you the trouble?”

I pursed my lips at his comment. He knew I was teetering on the edge, yet all he did was egg me on. He raised his brow in challenge, and I glared at him as my senses sharpened.

“Then a game of Russian roulette,” I declared, pleased with my quick thinking. “Since you’re so eager to end it all.”

I saw something flicker in his eyes. He took a bite of his food and swallowed before replying. “You can sit down, enjoy the food, and play the game at the same time.”

He behaved like a distinguished gentleman one second and a savage criminal the next. It was confusing as fuck.

Gritting my teeth, I stomped my way to the table and sat down, still holding the revolver. I wouldn’t eat, but I’d let the man have his last meal. What could I say? That shower must’ve done wonders on my humanity.

“Here, happy?”

He reached for his glass and took a drink of his orange juice, then raised his eyebrow. “Hardly.”

He watched me intently, his lips twitching, but he didn’t smile. It was as if he knew something I didn’t. This man was as annoying as he was handsome, and I didn’t like it.

I stared at him as he ate, the smell of eggs triggering a pang of hunger. Again. I really needed to reevaluate my priorities.

He pushed his plate my way. “Here.”

“There’s a plate in front of me,” I snapped.

“Yes, and you haven’t touched it.”

“Well, maybe you poisoned it.” Agitation climbed up my spine. We both knew he’d scooped eggs from the same pan, although he didn’t point it out.

One point for the kidnapper.

I pushed both plates away with the tip of my gun, ignoring another protest from my stomach. “If you’re done, let’s play.”

“I love games.” His voice darkened, and something about it had me thinking all kinds of sinful, carnal things.

“And I hate hearing you talk.” He slid his intense gaze to me. “I want you to explain how you know so much about me.”

And my sister, I added silently.

Chapter 37

Kingston

My brows pulled together at how enraged she sounded, leading me to one conclusion. Liana truly didn’t remember me. What else had she forgotten? And, more importantly, what secrets was she hiding?

I intended to unravel every single one of them, starting with her absurd desire to be taken back to Perez yesterday.

“I’m waiting,” she spoke again.

“I was your bodyguard once upon a time.”

I heard her sharp inhale. “You’re lying.”

“Your memory can’t bethatbad,” I drawled while she scrutinized me.

“I guess you weren’t significant enough to remember.”Ouch.She waved the gun around, and it made my tongue feel like sandpaper. I’d seen firsthand the kind of skilled shooter she was, but like I said, it was a rusty piece. There wasn’t much stopping her from accidentally shooting herself. I decided to keep her distracted.