Freda's POV
I sat there, scared for my life, and Andre pointed a gun at my head. There had been a lot of gunshots and everywhere was tense. What was going on? I could not help but ask in my head. I could not think of anything else but the fact that a gun was pointed at my head at that moment.
“You want her, right? Come and get her!” He yelled out, and immediately I knew he was talking to Hardin. Not long after, the door broke down, and my gaze fell on Hardin, holding his gun as he gave Andre a fierce look. I heard Andre chuckle as he pushed my head with the tip of his gun. Tears rolled down my eyes freely as I watched him. He wanted to move closer rapidly, but Andre's voice made him stop midway.
“If I were you, I wouldn't do that,” Andre said in a low tone as he moved forward still poin
