107 Fling

As Marcel and the other men entered the room, Linda's heart sank like a stone. She watched in silence as Marcel walked in, a pistol clutched in his hand and a cruel smirk twisting his lips. "Remember how you threatened to shoot me last night?" he taunted, his voice dripping with mockery. Linda's voice caught in her throat, her anger simmering beneath the surface as she struggled to find her words. She tried to rise from the ground, but her muscles betrayed her, leaving her helpless and vulnerable. "You...," she began, her voice barely a whisper. "You pushed me off the balcony. You manipulated me into thinking I was in love with you. And you dare show your face to me?" Her words hung in the air, heavy with accusation and betrayal. Marcel's smirk faltered for a moment, replaced by a glint of cold amusement in his eyes. He raised the gun, pointing it directly at Linda with chilling expression. "You have no idea what I'm capable of, Linda," he sneered, his tone dripping with