MELISSA
“What are you doing there?” Damien yelled with his hands, dragging me down the corridor that led to the hallway.
“I…was looking for the kitchen and…” I stuttered.
“That’s a f*****g lame excuse, Missy.” My voice thundered.
I wanted to speak, but I noticed as the angry look in his eyes grew.
Damien didn’t say anything. His grip on my hand tightened, as his eyes shot a glare my way. If looks could kill, I would be dead by now.
Damian drew me closer, and I felt short of breath. “I don’t want to see you going down that path again and if I do, I would—“
“You would what?” Nicho’s voice clouded my ears.
Damien turned to look at Nicho. “You have no right to be involved in our conversations.” He informed Nicho.
“So you expect me to stand back and watch you manhandle my sister?” Nich
