“Give us a few minutes, okay? Everything will be all right.”
“But Liam,” I shake my head with resignation, “it might be my mistake. I got it all wrong. I shouldn’t have… he doesn’t want it.”
He laughs out like some madman, and runs his fingers through his hair with shaking hands. I stare at him, petrified.
“He doesn’t want it? Are you crazy? This fucker has never wanted anything more in his whole life.”
“But—"
“Trust me, Mina! He wants it badly, and that’s why he has crapped himself like this.,” he says, then turns his back and runs up the stairs after Dylan.
Clutching the bar, I stare before myself, and try to understand what the hell just happened. For sure, this is not how I have imagined this evening. As a matter of fact, I don’t know what I was expecting, but definitely not one
