Chapter Thirty Four

Natasha's POV

"Did you hear that?" I asked, eyes wide as I stared at Philip who looked ridiculously calm for someone who'd just heard someone about to shoot at someone.

"Ignore it, that's just Old man Andrew being old man Andrew." He said as he took a drag of his cigarette, a very unworried look on his face.

"Pretty sure I just heard someone threaten someone." I said as I stood up from where I sat to go inspect the commotion.

"It was a mistake, okay!" Another voice spoke, a less gruff sounding voice than the other one.

I walked towards the shrubs that acted as a fence blocking the swimming area and sure as day, there was an old man with grey hair the length of mine talking to a much younger man. He seemed extremely pissed as he held the dark head younger man by the collar.

"Who is he?" I glanced back at Philip who was now standing beside me.

"A security detail. He's the oldest one in the hotel." He said as he took a drag of his cigarette.

"Is he gonna be okay?" I inquired as I watched