CHAPTER 33

ALEXANDER

His eyes blazed with fire and brimstone they set on me as though he were about to shoot lazers from them.

Whatever boldness I still had to stay on my feet, it shook me. I stood there and took it all in, the venom, the darkness, the anger that blazed in his eyes as he looked at me, after my little confession.

"What?" He spoke, his voice was cold and deep. Chilly. It sent chills crawling down my spine, but I somehow still stood my ground and looked him dead in the eyes, unmoved. This man could have whipped out a gun and shot me dead. But for some reason, I was barely fazed. Barely. I would say barely because I still did feel the impact of his glare.

"We could take about this at home," My mother had to step in, her voice in resistance as she stepped in between me and my father. "Alexander, go."

I didn't.

She came in between me and my dad, her hands in between us as she closed the distance between us and further pulled us apart from each other in an attempt to salvage the situat