"It meant something to me but apparently nothing to you because you ran leaving your ring behind."
"Alena" Laura knocked again. "If you need anything you know where I live" walking away her flip flops slapping against the board as she walked off the porch.
I stumbled lightly feeling warm blood trickling down my jeans clad leg, my blood. We stared for moments neither speaking his gun resting along side his right leg finger still on the trigger. I trail his lips with my finger tip hoping to calm but he slap my hand away.
"Don't fuck with me Emily I am not the kind of person to be toyed with." raising his gun pointing it to my face.
"What about your public image, your family?"
"Emily I have billions maybe more,the best defense team, a few judges and politicians in my back pocket. I will never see the inside of a jail cell while your corpse rotten in a swallow grave that will be dug by my hands if you try and fuck with me and my intelligence."
I drop my gaze unable to look anymore tears thickened my throat wishing my father was alive so I could kill him with my bare hands. He closed the gap between us pushing his chest against mines.