"She's not good, kid. I can shoot right through her head," Saab said with his eyes throwing a dagger look at me. I gasped, not because of fear but because of what they might do to the kid.
"Can you teach me then?" Yohan innocently asked.
"Not until you ask permission from your Papa Ron," Iko answered for him. He took the gloves from the kid’s hand and also the pairs on the grass. He walked to Saab and got the gun from him. He put them back inside the vault and pushed behind the tree. He also turned the board back.
"No! Don't tell Papa Ron and Dada about this!" the kid cried, his eyes darting from everyone present here. I also couldn’t help but pleadingly look at the men. If the kid is afraid of his grandfather knowing about this. My fear is greater than his.
Saab noticed my uneasiness.
