"You," Lucas growled, his voice filled with venom. "You were in on this!" He yanked out his gun, aiming it directly at Anton's forehead. "Give me one good reason why I shouldn't paint these bushes with your brains right now."
Anton raised both hands, way too calm for a guy staring down the barrel of a gun, but deep down regretting that he hadn't brought his own.
"Whoa, let's not do anything stupid now," Anton replied, a smug grin spread across his face, just enough to piss Lucas off even more. "And come on, you can't be such a bitch that you'd shoot an unarmed man."
Lucas scoffed, circling him slowly, careful not to get too close so Anton doesn't knock the gun off him, or pull any stupid tricks.
"Oh trust me, I'd shoot you under any circumstances," Lucas snapped, his finger twitching on the trigger. "Now tell me, where the fuck is she?"
"If I knew, why the fuck would I tell you?" Anton shot back, his tone sharp. "You're literally the worst thing that has ever happened to her."
