Chapter Fifty eight

I knew I was totally done for. I wished I had listened to Jerry. “Yes, we have been trailing your wife sir! But we haven't harmed her in any way" Patrick cried in pain, holding his red face. Damien laughed softly and took the bottle off my neck. As he walked away back to his seat, my heartbeat dropped by 5%. I was more at ease, despite sweating from fear and anxiety.

“I know all that dummy. And I must commend that you made one right decision. You didn't attempt to hurt her. You both would have been chatting my name in hell if you did, “ Damien said, easily. Damien called me two times and asked me why I spilled rubbish to his wife. I couldn't bring myself to reply to him, till he brought out a gun from his shoe, which his trouser had covered all this while.

Damien was more deadly than Jerry described. This man before me wasn't the sweetheart I knew years ago. He pulled the trigger and I closed my eyes in fear as the gun was pointed to me. I gradually opened my eyes a few se