“Emmalyn’s POV”
“I won’t. But they will.” He held my hand, making me turn my head towards him.
“What the hell is wrong with you? What did you want from me? Stop being a pain in the ass. I’m enough to protect myself.” Gritting my teeth, I got rid of his hand.
“You can’t leave...,”
“Why?” It was taking all my might to control my anger.
“I’m just trying to protect yo...,”
“Why would you do it knowing I am against it?” Yelling, I pulled my hand free from his grip.
“Because... I love you,” he disclosed, making my anger come out.
“Fek. I won’t get in the trap of my parent’s murderer’s son. Hell, no way,” despite giving a damn to the look on his face, I refused.
Promptly, I saw him taking a revolver from a pocket of the coat he was wearing and pointed it towards me, “you can’t. My
