Irish wanted to move closer to the men but Damien held her and signalled her not to.
"What do you want?" He asked them.
"Bring out all the damn money and valuables in this house, now!" The one with brown eyes yelled.
"Robbers?" Arthur scoffed.
"Well, wrong address" Irish said and sat on the couch, placing her leg on the table in front of her.
The men stared surprisingly at each other before staring back at her.
"Do you think we are here for jokes? Bring the damn money out" The grey eyed one said, c*****g his gun.
"And she told you that your are in the wrong place, so just get out" Arthur said, fisting his hand.
Sharon chuckled, she crossed her hands below her breasts.
"Uncle, what do you say?" Irish asked.
Damien observed the men for some time and then smirked, "Finish them off".
