The ballroom was seriously quiet, there was tension in the air. Miguel still crouched down in front of Seth.
On the ground in front of him, Seth sat slumped against the hard floor, the pain radiating from his leg where Miguel had kicked him just minutes ago.
He was breathing heavily, and though he tried to hide his fear, it still showed in his eyes.
"You think you're brave, huh?" Miguel spoke, his voice was low, and intimidating.
Seth looked up, his lips curling into a forced smirk. Despite the throbbing pain shooting up his leg, he refused to give Miguel the satisfaction of seeing his fear.
Summoning whatever shred of strength he had left, Seth spat at Miguel’s feet.
“Go ahead,” Seth said, voice shaking despite his attempt to be brave. “Shoot me. I’m not signing those deeds. No m
