Chapter 8: Fall To His Death

IRIS’ P.O.V

My eyes didn't leave the gun as Massimo waddled towards me. A bead of sweat hurriedly traveled down my back as I stood, rigid and paralyzed, in the anticipation of my death.

Massimo must have found out about the key and considering what he did to that Mexican boy, there was no point in giving excuses anymore.

Every fiber of my being trembled and when Massimo got close, I held my breath, squeezed my eyes shut and waited for the bang that would end it all.

The first thing I felt was the essence of Massimo's body passing by me.

‘Okay, was he planning on shooting me from the back?’ I wondered.

My heart pounded once, then again, and when nothing happened, I squint one eye open to find my fiancé wandering aimlessly about the room. His eyes seemed half-lidded, his head hung low and his mouth slack open and then it dawned on me.

Massimo was sleepwalking.

I almost laughed in disbelief until I remembered the gun in his hand. A sleepwalker and a loaded gun was a very bad combo