It's been six hours since Vincent left with his army to the attack centre. Six hours since he left armed guards for my protection. They had been guarding me to restroom too. I sighed, tugging on the hem of my shirt as the ticking of the clock only added on my anxiety.
"Is there any news from Vincent?" I asked for the umpteenth time and the guard shook his head stiffly. His grip on the rifle increased so did the pain in my chest.
"Boss shall be safe, Sir Elijah. He is the best. You should see him shooting."
"He is ruthless." Another guard added, glancing at me and I gulped, gripping the hem of shirt, tightly.
"But isn't Romano dangerous?"
"And Boss is deadlier. Romano is a rodent in disguise. You shouldn't think otherwise, Sir Elijah."
I almost rolled my eyes at their robotic res
