“Mom! Dad! We’re here!” I yell as we walk through the front door of their house. It seemed oddly quiet and I don’t know why. “Mom… Dad…?” I turn to Nick as he follows close behind me. “Where are they? Their cars are both here.”
He shakes his head slowly as he reaches for his side arm that I didn’t even realize he was carrying. “I don’t know,” he whispers in response.
“When did you start carrying that around?” I nod my head towards his hand as he slowly draws his pistol and aims it in front of him.
“When Romano started being a bigger presence than what was necessary.” He states flatly as he steps in front of me. “Stay behind me and stay close. I want your hands on my hips at all times.”
His face is stern and his eyes are cold as he starts to move further into the dark house. I do as
