Dominick
Aria held the boss’ collar tightly. Even with her little frame, he couldn’t do as much as push her.
I faced the door when Cleaver came, turning the knob harshly. He was with a couple of guys, who were Black and looked like ready to smash me and Aria. That is if they just got their hands on us.
I bound the man with invisible ropes around him, so secure him. His eyes bulged when he realized he couldn’t move anymore, while Aria interrogated him.
“If you know who I am, then why do you have to ask?” he answered to her question to confirm his identity, with sarcasm.
“You’re a smart mouth, old man,” Aria countered. “So, you are facing k********g, carnapping—”
“k********g? Hell no!” the boss drawled
