Beneath His Gaze
God, me and Amanda can be such kids sometimes.
“Now it’s you who won’t walk out of here alive, Matt,” I say, my voice cold.
His eyes widen in horror. “Wait… let’s talk—”
Bang.
I shoot him right between the eyes, not caring about the bullshit he’s going to say.
“Clean this up,” I command, turning to my men. My voice booms with authority.
Amanda walks over, grinning from ear to ear. “We’re twins, Ian!”
“Don’t do that again,” I reply with a straight face. “You look like Truth or Dare?”