"Come on, let's go find Pat." I urge Lucas, as we leave the guards behind to sort out the mess we made.
"I'm calling Ronald." Lucas lets me know and I eye the phone in his hand suspiciously, not knowing where it came from. Just a minute ago he was naked under a throw, until one of my guards swallowed his pride hard and offered him his trousers. The other guard seemed happier than ever to be on the leaner side, for his trousers would surely haven't fit my mate.
As Lucas explained what happened to Ronald, his anger started rising again. Well, anger and a bit of panic, dare I say. He's acting like his sister was the one taken, or even worse, his daughter. The swarm of butterflies that live in my stomach, awakens again at the thought of Lucas as a father, fiercely protecting his little girl
