C1195 Am I Some Kind of Plague?

While Irene was confused by the collision, Geraldo took out a very small pistol from somewhere and pressed it to her bare temple.

His wicked eyes narrowed slightly, and his eyes turned cold. The corner of his mouth raised, but there was no smile on his face.

He half bent his body and put his face against Irene's unwilling face, his lips opening and closing. "Goods, people, I'll deal with it