CHAPTER 39: FEAR

TANYA’S POV

I stood with my heart in my mouth, not even daring to breathe as Rodrigo turned and faced me. The look in his eyes was so cold I felt the temperature in the room drop a few hundred degrees. His lips were stretched in a thin line, hands clenched into fists by his side.

He took a few steps closer to me, and I squeezed my eyes shut, knowing for sure that he was going to hit me. All because I invited his brother over; he was going to beat me to a pulp or, if I was lucky, just put a bullet through my head. In my mind, I could see him reaching for his back pocket where he kept the gun, quick and extremely painful.

I counted to 60, waiting for the impact, but nothing came. I dared to open my eyes just a crack and glanced around, but he wasn't in front of me or beside me. Had he left the room? I turned slowly to see him standing by the window, overlooking the back garden, his hands folded behind him, and he stood so stiffly.

I should have left then, just run out of the r