CHAPTER 11

Pumutok ang baril pero hindi ito naglabas ng bala.

“Oh. Akalain mo nga naman, nakaligtas ka!” Kahit si Alexander ay nagulat at naghinayang na walang lumabas na bala. He was really hoping to end it.

‘But it doesn’t matter he has only six chips left. I can finish this,” dugtong niya sa kaniyang isip habang nakatingin sa anim na chips na natitira sa side ni Nathan.

“Nathaniel…”

“Nathan.”

Nilipat ni Alexander ang kaniyang tingin mula sa chips papunta sa kaniyang kalabang nakayuko na at nanginginig ang katawan.

This sight made him smirk.

“Oh? What’s wrong, Mr. Crimson?” Tanong niya, not out of concern but out of mockery.

“Are you dying? Or perhaps…scared?” Dugtong ni Alexander at hindi niya napigilan matawa dahil sa walang kapag-kapag-asang mukha ni Nathan.

The poor mafia boss is wavering in his sight. Scared, fear, and hopelessness; Alexander saw it in Nathan’s body language. Hindi siya naawa, he actually like it.

“Well, hindi naman kita masisisi, pa-ubos na ang chips mo,” wika ni