“You touch her again, and I’ll f*****g make you wish you were dead,” Tyler warns. “You need to go.”
wishRobert scoffs. “Is this how convicts threaten people? Pathetic. Come on, Gemma. We’re leaving.” He snaps his fingers at me as if I’ll just follow his command. “Now!”
Tyler crosses his arms over his broad chest and stares him down. I notice how uncomfortable Robert becomes, and he even takes a few steps away from us.
“We are leaving,” he seethes.
We“You really are a dumb f**k, aren’t you? She’s not going anywhere with you,” Tyler tells him. “And if you lay a hand on her again…”
As if things couldn’t get any worse, my dad enters and looks back and forth between us. Dread coats me like ice cold water in winter.
“What’s goin’ on here?” he asks.
Robert instantly snaps on a smile, and I
