DEREK:
“Drink up... No one's getting you arrested. If we wanted to, it would have been straight up from the moment you got into the pack,” my mother says as I keep staring at the glass of wine that she poured me not too long ago.
I have been hesitant to drink from it and it was because I was not sure if it was safe to be here. Even though Rafael insisted on the assurance they gave to him before our arrival, I wasn't buying into it.
Reluctantly I grab the wineglass, shifting it closer to myself while I decide if it was the right call to drink from it. It could have been drugged or something.
“And since when did you stop trusting your own mother?” I suddenly hear my mother speak again and I had no choice but to stare at her to see a disappointed look etched on her face.
“I'm sorry,” I a
