“s**t. Lose them” dad yelled at the driver.
He pulled out his phone and started screaming into it speaking Italian. He was looking behind us as he pulled out his own gun that was tucked into his holster.
“f*****g Clay” he mutter as he hung up the call. “Stand down” dad said again.
“What? What’s going on?” I was panicking.
“Clay sent extra security but forgot to tell me. That little s**t, nearly gave me a heart attack” dad said but he instantly relaxed.
I let out the breath I was holding. My palms were sweating, and I swear my makeup will be ruined with the sweat on my forehead.
“It’s ok Aria. Slowly” dad said to me as he run his hand down my back.
I was hyperventilating, I could feel my chest getting tighter by the second. Dad was saying soothing words but they weren’t helpi
