Threats

“Are you ready?”

Theon softly grabbed my hand for support as soon as we arrived at his home, with his brothers behind us.

I breathed in, preparing myself before hopping out of the car and going inside.

My feet were dragging me and it felt so scary. And nerve-wracking to meet the parents.

Theon decided to freshen up ourselves first and make ourselves presentable. We went through the back and I went to my room here.

When we were prepared, we returned to meetup on the second floor.

“Tsk. Why are they even here?” Matheo rolled his eyes as we walked. “They are getting old and senile.”

“Let’s just show our faces. They might have been worried about our incident…”

We went to the living room to find his father pacing around as he was talking to someone on his phone with some Italian words I don’t understand.

Her mother was very calm as she sipped on her tea and she looked up once she heard our footsteps.

“Theon. My son.” She stood up and kisses the three of them on the cheek, “Rameo, how a