“Damn it!” Amy swore, as she tried to get out of bed, but she felt a jab in her tummy.
“Stay still.” Luther cautioned, pushing back her shoulders.
“What? Stay still?” Her voice dropped to a whisper, “How can I stay still when your murderer of a grandfather took my kid out, while his henchman has a gun in his back pocket?”
“First: Elvis is not a henchman. Second: He always has a gun on him.”
“Why? Why would he always have a gun on him?”
“Because of what they do. Just like you have supporters and haters, there are also people who wish my grandfather dead, and his men are responsible for keeping him safe, so relax; no one is using a gun on your kid. Besides, I think Grandfather has grown on Sammy.”
Amy's lips parted. “You think so too? So that means, if the both of us think so, then it
