"Well, well, if it isn't my little niece," Uncle John singsongs from a few yards away. His demeanor is way off-as if he's gained tons of confidence and a personality.
"Uncle John, what are you doing here?" I ask, genuinely confused.
He c***s his head and smiles sarcastically, like I've just told him a dirty joke. "Why don't you ask your-" He stops and looks up at Dominic and I swear I see his face change. Like he's actually seeing him for the first time and is slightly intimidated. "Friend."
"I don't understand," I admit, craning my neck to look up at Dominic. His eyes flash with a tinge of red directed straight at the big dude standing next to Uncle John.
"Stay away from her, Malum," Dominic bites out.
Holy s**t, they know each other?
The bile in his voice sends a chill down my nec
