CHAPTER SIXTY-SIXTY
“R-Ronald,” Mum stuttered. The tension in the room had risen and I could almost feel like everyone could hear my heart thumping through the room.
“Good evening Ann. I brought your favorite wine,” he gestured at the bottle of Domaine Ramonet Montrachet Grand Cru, Cote de Beaune Chardonnay in his hand. Whoa! Wasn’t that wine a little over a grand?
“What are you doing here?” Thomas demanded.
Before he could answer, Roman suddenly stood up from his seat, landing a blow at Ronald, making him stumble back from the impact. Roman eyes grew pitch black, the veins in his head popping as he tried to deliver another blow but Ronald was prepared now and so he dodged at the last minute; restraining Roman before he could make another attempted attack.
“Can’t I have a
