Alexander's POV
“Hey, bastard! Do not touch my wife!” I yelled as he pulled the needle close to her face.
Layla's eyes widened. “You're the killer?” She asked the bastard who happens to be her father. I don't know how, but she had promised to explain herself when we get home. I mean, if we get home.
He pulled the needle away. He looked concerned. I'm sure he didn't plan to reveal himself like that, but since it has happened anyways. I think his daughter deserves an explanation.
“Erm, you can say that. I mean yes, I m the killer!” He laughed. “Suprise!”
I hissed. This man must be sick in the head.
“There's no big deal in being a killer though.” He smiled at Layla. “You know I did it to protect you, right?” He leaned closer to her.
She spat on his face. “You are crazy. I never asked
