He pulled the barrel of the gun out of my mouth. My red lipstick left a stain around the edge. "You know I like you Jessica." he murmmured. I chose not to respond despite the two goons holding either of my arms nudging me to say something. Instead I chose to spit at his feet. Giovanni Giordano turned around after setting his gun on his desk. He smirked at me. "I think I might just keep you."