Death wish

Lorenzo's POV

“ Wait” Jack had his hands placed out, trying to stop me from taking another step further. I rolled my eyes inwardly, wondering what exactly he was about when I had both hands on my waist.

“ Stepping in there is like a death wish, do you want to die? Or have you been planning your funeral, and you didn't tell me?”

He was surely a dramatic person because I couldn't understand what exactly he was talking about, this was Dawson alright, Don Dawson but in all of our scuffle, I turned out to be the winning one and not him.

“ He is Daphne's father, it is only right that I acquaint myself with him, besides what exactly would you have me do?”

Helena was sleeping upstairs and I didn't want to make a noise, not any that would distract her. I had to be as calm as possible.

“ It is practically a death wish, and you know it, you know how much he hates you, heavens help you if he doesn't shoot you on sight”

I sneered, a bit relaxed when the image of blood smeared across my face