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"Back off", he warned, his voice steady despite her gun trained on him. The diamonds in his hand catching the faint light as he stared her down with unwavering resolve.

"Put the diamonds in the bag," Zyra instructed, throwing the bag at him, her  heart pounding in her chest. 

Treyón caught it, his golden eyes narrowed, the tension in the air palpable. "And what makes you think I'll just hand them over?"

Zyra could see the anger in his eyes, and she knew that he wasn't going to give up the diamonds without a fight. She had to keep her cool and not let him see the twinge of fear she was feeling. She willed her hand with the gun, not to shake and said in a less than confident voice, "Because I'm not leaving without them, and I'm  sure you don't want to risk your life over a few diamonds. Now put them all in the bag and hand them over."

He chuckled softly, shaking his head in disbelief. She was a fool if she thought she could threaten him. She was a pretty little thing, but her bravado was amusing at best. Treyón took his time placing the diamonds in the bag and then shoved them in his pocket. She could try to take it, but he would fight her for them. He was not about to be intimidated by a woman with a gun. He met her gaze, his voice dropping to a whisper. "You know, I have a feeling you're bluffing."

She can feel the heat rising in her cheeks, and and tried to maintain her composure. Zyra knew he was right, she was bluffing, but she couldn't let him see that. She had to stay strong and keep up the act. Zyra met his gaze, trying to look confident and unbothered, her grip tightening on the gun. "Oh really? And what makes you think that? Remember I'm the one with the gun and I'm not afraid to use it."

He smirked and patted his pocket. "If you want the diamonds, come and get it."

She was taken aback by his boldness. He was ruggedly handsome over 6 feet tall, solid, with thick wavy dark hair and unusual golden eyes. Zyra couldn't believe she was standing, pointing a gun at him, and he was daring her to get the diamonds out of his pocket. He probably had a death wish or was just trying to intimidate her. She wasn't going to fall for it. The click of the trigger being pulled back echoed around as she slowly annunciation each word. "Hand...Me...The...Bag."

He didn't flinch. His expression still calm and composed. "I can forget this happened if you put the gun down and walk away."

Zyra could tell he wasn't afraid of her, or what she was holding. But she couldn't just walk away. Zyra had to do this, for herself and for the people who were counting on her. She took a deep breath when he took a step forward and fired.

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