Oliver spat straight into her face. "She's a hundred times better than you."
Jianna froze. Her eyes widened in shock.
Without thinking twice, she slapped him hard across the face.
"How dare you?" she screamed. In one swift movement, she pulled a gun from the back of her short trousers and pressed it against his head.
"Do it," Oliver snarled, blood in his mouth from the impact of the slap, his eyes burning with defiance. "I dare you, bitch."
Jianna's hand trembled as she breathed heavily. Her face twisted as rage and something darker fought for control.
Oliver laughed bitterly. "What?" he taunted. "You can't?"
With a frustrated cry, Jianna yanked the gun away from his head and grabbed at her hair, pacing like a caged animal.
"This isn't over," she hissed, her voice shaking with fury. "You'll crawl back to me. I always get what's mine."
Then she turned and stormed out of the room, and slammed the door.
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