I can hardly breathe. Except for the hand gripping tightly on my wrist, there are four guns directly pointed in our direction, they are all trying to take my breath away. They could easily point a gun towards Yves because he simply pushes Mr. Montevalles! And I’m certain that one order from him and they will not think twice of pulling the trigger.
"What is this, son?" he asked in a deep and cold tone.
"I'm tired, dad. We’ll rest upstairs,” Yves answered in a much colder tone. I only moved a little but he held me tight. It’s as if he’s sure I would run if he tried to loosen his hold a little. We both know that’s impossible.
Mr. Montevalles blinked. He suppressed his lips from parting for everyone to see his reaction. "Dion Andrada is on the loose again! You're not being you, son. Women d
