32: Playing games

Pov: Bianca

The music had stopped and it seemed like everyone was having a front row seat at the altercation and my humiliation.

"Run." He growled, cold anger permeating the air so heavily, it skitted down my spine and I tasted animosity on my tongue. "And don't stop running, or so help me God, I will put a bullet through your spine."

The man scrambled up to his feet and scurried away.

With a nod of his chin, the music started again and everyone went back to what it was they were doing before. As if Andre had not just threatened to murder someone for dancing with me.

"Have you lost your fucking mind?" I yelled at him, shoving his chest, fed up with his hot cold way of treating me.

He didn't even move. I could very well have just tried to move a brick wall.

"I'd be careful if I were you, Bianca," he said, his voice quiet and scorching cold.

The expression in his eyes was so deadly and dark, it would make a lesser man fold and heel but I clenched my teeth and stared him down with a glar