Aariz’s POV.
“Where are we going daddy?” Naman asked as I pulled out a suitcase.
“Are we moving out again?” He frowned and held his toys.
“No Naman, we aren’t moving out. Though it would be better if you would get ready,” I replied.
“Eh…why should I get ready if we aren’t moving out? And why are you carrying that big suitcase without packing our stuff in it?” Naman asked for an explanation while I cautiously fished my old, unused revolver from the closet. It was good my licenses hadn’t expired as yet, though I couldn’t say the same about my aim. It had been years since I had lost touch with my combat skills as a bodyguard.
“Daddy, why aren’t you answering me? Where are we going with that empty suitcase,” Naman pestered me before I lost my cool.
“Give me a break, Naman. I can’t keep a
