Love Unspoken

Alexander suddenly busted out laughing.

Walter shot him a look and said, "Man, you're something else, laughing when you're about to bite the dust." "About to die?" Alexander gave him a sly grin. "You got lucky twice, and now you think you're hot stuff?" Walter's brow furrowed. "What are you getting at?"

Alexander smirked. "What do you think?"

Walter's face twisted as he realized something was off. He reached for his gun, but Alexander was quicker. The cold barrel was already pressed against Walter's forehead.

Walter's crew froze, too slow to react. By the time they did, it was game over.

"Don't move," Alexander warned. "I can't promise there's not a bullet in this thing."

Walter's men exchanged nervous glances, not daring to make a move.

Walter thought for a second. "Your backup's here, huh?"

"Take a wild guess," Alexander replied.

Walter chuckled. "So, you got the guts to kill me?"

Alexander's eyes narrowed. "There's a difference between not wanting to kill you and not daring to. You've dodged death because Quinn gave you a pass, not 'cause you're some big shot." His voice dripped with disdain. "Without Lucas's name, what are you, really?"

Walter's eyes turned icy.

Alexander kept going, twisting the knife. "You know what you look like? A dog. Without Quinn holding your leash, you think you could stand up to me?"

He added, "It's a joke that you think you have any leverage. Walter, what exactly are you so proud of?"

Alexander's words cut deep, making Walter look like a fool.

Walter glared at him, anger boiling over, but he forced a smile to hide his shame. "All that talk, and you still won't pull the trigger." He slowly grabbed Alexander's gun. "Go on, shoot." Alexander stared him down, not budging.

Walter sneered. "Scared, huh? You think you're any better? Look at you, waiting around for her like a lost puppy."

"Aren't you just a dog waiting for its owner to come home?" Walter mocked. "Pathetic. You handed her the leash, and she doesn't even care. Who are you to judge me?" Just then, Buddy and Liberty showed up, squatting next to Alexander. The scene made it hard to tell who looked more like a dog.

Walter barely finished his taunt when Alexander yanked back his hand and shot Walter in the leg.

Walter staggered, almost hitting the ground, but one of his guys caught him.

Walter's crew wanted to charge, but the gun in Alexander's hand kept them at bay.

"Killing you is a hassle," Alexander said coldly. "But making your life hell? That's easy."

Walter shut his eyes, took a few deep breaths to push through the pain, then glared at Alexander. "Since you won't shoot, it's my turn." His men immediately surrounded Alexander.Têxt © NôvelDrama.Org.

But before they could make a move, a motorcycle roared in, its blinding lights cutting through the night, forcing everyone to shield their eyes.