Chapter 694
A lazy, teasing smile tugged at Terrence’s lips as he drawled, “We’ll see about that.”
Christina was already reaching for the door when he added, “Take the pistol. It’s my token of love.”
She stopped cold, her brows furrowing. She was this close to chucking the silenced pistol right back at him—but she knew better. She needed the weapon. Terrence wasn’t the type to back down. If he wanted to keep her in this underground boxing arena, he had a hundred ways to make it happen. She was still on his turf, and without backup, walking out without some kind of edge would have been dumb. So she swallowed the urge, tucked the pistol away, shoved the icy glare deep in her eyes, and left without another word.
As her figure disappeared, Terrence slowly stroked the dart she’d thrown, his expression turning strangely tender. He muttered with a grin, “And this is your love letter to me.”
Then he tucked the dart away like it was some precious keepsake.
He settled back into his chair and stared through the massive one-way window. His gaze locked on Christina again the second she reappeared on the floor. He watched her exchange a few quiet words with her crew and then glance up coolly before heading off.
Terrence’s predatory gaze remained fixed on Christina. “You are mine,” he murmured. “Nobody else even gets a shot.” As he said it, his sapphire-blue eyes narrowed into dangerous slits. The air around him shifted—sharp, cold, and lethal.
Once outside the underground boxing arena and away from the crowd, Christina pulled out the silenced pistol, wiped it clean, and casually tossed it into a nearby trash bin.
“What did the owner of the underground boxing arena want from you?” Eloise asked, eyeing Christina. “And where did that gun come from?” She wondered if Christina had actually shot the guy.
“Nothing,” Christina said coolly.
The way she shut it down told Eloise not to push.
“You should steer clear of here,” Elliott warned in a low voice. Something about the place didn’t feel right.
“Yeah, Elliott’s right!” Eloise echoed, nodding quickly.
Christina nodded. “Let’s go.”
“Thea and the rest of them ran off. What about the bet?” Eloise frowned.
Christina’s voice was calm but laced with steel. “Don’t worry. I’ll collect it myself.”
“And if they try to back out?” Eloise asked, a hint of concern in her tone.
Christina let out a cold, dry laugh. “Then I’ll burn everything they’d give their lives to protect.” If they wanted to play dirty, she would make sure they lost it all.
Eloise’s eyes lit up, her admiration for Christina growing even stronger.
After they drove off, two shadowy figures emerged from the corner—bodyguards. They exchanged a glance, then walked over to the trash bin and retrieved the pistol without a word before heading back inside.
“Mr. Branson, we recovered the pistol she threw away,” one of the bodyguards said respectfully, setting the gun on the desk.
Terrence didn’t even look at him. “You’re dismissed.”
The bodyguard dipped his head and backed out.
Terrence sat still, the cold glint in his sapphire eyes sharper than ever. Christina had really tossed it—the gift he’d given her, discarded like garbage. His jaw tensed as he reached out, long fingers wrapping around the pistol grip.