Bullets.

Cherry nodded her head and pressed her face on his toned shoulder, seeking solace for her racing heart. Stacy tapped Cherry on her back.

"But how do we escape from them? The guards are not here and if we should call on the cops, I doubt they will make it here on time,” Stacy tried to come up with a plan to get away from them without a scratch on either of them.

"Do we need to call on the cops?” Bruce chuckled. "It seems you do not know the devil you married yet,”

Stacy’s jaw dropped again.

"You shouldn't say such words around our daughter, Bruce,” Stacy scolded as she sneered her lips. "That's bad parenting,”

"What did I say wrong?” Bruce asked, feigning innocence.

"She is my first child after all. so it's normal to make mistakes while parenting the first child but you need not worry. When Pookie has younger siblings then we will be the best parent in the US,” He winked at her and Stacy momentarily forgot the dangerous situation they were in as a blush crept up her chee