The Billionaire's Secret Sister

Chapter 11- Gun

"Why don't I believe that?" He asked, narrowing his eyes at me as the pressure on my neck increased. I opened my mouth to retort but I was interrupted by the unmistakable sound of my best friend.

"What the hell is going on!" The sudden shriek from Emily rang throughout the apartment. The was holding a shopping bag from a nearby store.

"Emily, this isn't what it looks like." I said as best as I could even with a giant hand almost suffocating me.

"Well, it looks like some kinky stuff." Emily said, her face turned a dark red color.

"Exactly, that is not what is happening." I quickly corrected.

"Then what is?" She questioned, with a hand on her propped out hip.

"This idiot thinks I'm a spy from some secret agency." I explained with a glare, aimed straight at Ryder who had been surprisingly quiet.

"Well, you were snooping in my stuff that I told you not to touch." He said.

"Well, I'm a snooper, not a spy!" I exclaimed through ground teeth. "What are you doing Emily?! Help me!"

"Is she with you?" He asked, his glare hardening.

"No, she's not," I said, my voice coated in annoyance, "because I am not apart of some secret spy agency! Emily, why aren't you attacking him?" I asked, my eyes were still trained on Ryder's in a staring contest.

"Violence is not the answer Lyn, besides he's big, and scary." I mentally rolled my eyes at Emily's 'peaceful approach'. I turned my focus to Ryder, who was trying to figure me out. I already assumed that he was a spy or a bodyguard of some sort.

I clear my throat as a plan came to mind.

"Wow Ryder you seem happy to see me." I said sarcastically turning to Ryder after feeling an uncomfortable poke, "Didn't know you were into that kind of that stuff."

"That's my gun."

"Why don't I believe that?" I quoted him mockingly, "Prove it." I raised my eyebrow as if to challenge him. A plan was already forming in my head.

He gave me a glare, but complied and reached into his waistband and sure enough there was a gun. I capitalized on this and used my legs and arms to switch the positions once he had let go of my arms to still hold my neck. I quickly placed my hands on his neck while mentally thanking Derek for training me.

I looked down and realized that the gun pulled out was now trained on my stomach and the safety was now off. I felt stupid hoping that the gun would somehow be flung out of his hands. "Want to try that again, sweetheart?" He asked in a low, husky voice. I was now super agitated thanks to that stupid look on his face.

"Emily, get someone." I demanded with a steely voice.

He shook his head, "Do that and she get's shot." He threatened pressing the gun into my stomach harder. Despite the fear I felt I gave him an extra spiteful glare.

"Fine." I said, my voice full of anger towards him.

My rational side then decided to make an appearance.

I thought back to the USB drive I managed to take and came to the conclusion that it was important, if it were disguised or protected that heavily. If I used it as a bargaining chip, then maybe I could get out of this situation.

"You won't shoot me." I said with confidence.

"Why not?" He asked.

"Because, if I were Jason's sister, which I am, then you would have killed Jason's last remaining relative." I cleared my throat, "I also have this important little thing that was with all your weapons." There was a short pause following.

"What do you suggest will happen?" He asked.

"What do you think?" I responded.

"You give it to me and I don't shoot you." He bargained, causing me to cackle and rolled my eyes.

"That's doesn't work that way," I say, my laugh turning into a glare. "If the information you tried to protect so much leaked, then I wonder what would happen?" I pulled it out of my pocket and held it out in front of him.

With a toss across the room, Emily caught it even though she almost dropped it a few times. "Run!" I yelled to her, hoping she got the memo and her computer classes were actually helpful. Maybe she'll ask Derek to help her, he was good at things.

"If you kill me, she'll avenge me." I said. He didn't say anything, only stared at me, but I continued anyway. We were still panting from exhaustion.

"You get up, I get up, you put your gun away, and we talk, like normal people." I said slowly, making sure he understood or won't try to do anything sneaky. He contemplated it in a pause.

Thankfully he complied and we both got up. He checked the gun and it was shown that the gun wasn't even loaded. "You were bluffing!" I shrieked in surprise. He only shrugged and placed it back into his waistband.

"I used it all yesterday." He smirked. I rolled my eyes and looked around to survey the damage.

A few plates/silverware was broken, pillows were everywhere, furniture was out of place (as was the decor), but all in all, it looked like we had a wild party. I was taken back by all the damage, but turned to Ryder.

"So. . .talking?"

This is the real chapter 11, not the other one, but that's a parallel dimension. Hope you like the chapter and if you do leave a comment or vote! Sorry, for the wait and such, but I want to see you guys in the one.