The Threat

The gun began to tremble in Naya’s hands as she stepped back slowly.

“Naya is that you?” Brett asked in confusion. “Did you really survive that fall?”

Naya couldn’t say any more words. She knew it was too late to speak, but things were getting super intense and she didn’t know what to do. He grabbed her arm and pointed the gun to his chest.

“If you want to threaten me, then do so! But you’ve got to tell me if you are Naya or not!” Naya tried pulling the gun off his chest but he wouldn’t let go. His grip was so strong against the gun and she was scared that she would mistakenly pull the trigger. “Are you Naya?!”

She wanted to plead to him to back off, but there was so way she could do it without her voice. She couldn’t feed to his doubt again.

“Hey!” Falcon’s voice yelled from the door. He hurriedly pushed Brett away from her. “What do you think you are doing?! I am gonna blow your head off!”

He clocked his gun threateningly.

“Do you have no shame?! You have a fucking wife at ho