CHAPTER TWENTY FIVE
A few minutes ago, I was picturing my death with Lamon being my killer and now, I drinking some wine, just enough to make me feel a little buzzed while picturing on how I should get myself out of the mess I’d put myself right in when I thought I was trying to make everything right.
“You agreed to what now?” Dean asked, disbelief tainting his tone, “I don’t think you have gotten it in your head yet, Rak but you bring more trouble between them than peace. As a matter of fact, everytime you are involved, things get sour pretty quick,”
“Jeez! Thank you so much for the support Dean. Whatever will I do without you,” I rolled my eyes, my gaze falling on Lamon down below, looking more worked than I’d ever seen as he tried to stop yet another drunk from puking on his carpet.
