Mark’s POV
"Little brother! How's your night going? Bad, I can see," I said, taking the cigarette from my mouth and dropping it to the floor. I didn't bother holding his gaze. That stupid look of shock and anger wasn't going to wipe off anytime soon. It only made me smile to myself; just thinking about the position he's in. If the little fucker wanted her, he should have thought about that before handing her to me the very first day. I sighed after waiting for some kind of reply from him and looked back up. "May I help you?" I asked, now a bit annoyed at his expression. All he did was stand their in silence, his knuckles cracking at his side. I glanced behind him at Amabell, who was peeking out around him at me. She seemed frightened; like something bad was about to happen.
Only if Jude
