Dave’s pov

It took my few seconds to realize I’m still breathing.

Another second to realize that no sound came out after the trigger was pulled.

And another second to realize that Mark knew all along, he wasn’t going to kill me, he just wanted to scare me.

And it worked, I swear to God it did.

I heave a sigh of relief, exhaling a breath I didn’t even know I was holding.

“I don’t plan on killing you,” Mark said at least “not yet.” He added “I need you to do something for me. do you think you can do that?”

Why would he even ask me that, I’d do anything not to get killed.

“Yes” I respond firmly.

“Good, I need you to watch Temper, follow him, keep an eye on him, whatever you need to do to get me info on who’s holding Tiffany captive and why, understood?”

What? I can’t do that, I can’t show my face to Temper ever again. If Mark didn’t kill me, Temper will, definitely. So how the hell I’m I supposed to do what he’s asking without getting close to Temper.

Oh God! What sort of mess have I gotten myself