Chapter 13.2

13: Story’s Other Side Pt.2

I questioningly looked at him.

What's with my father? What does he know?

Those were the questions that I wanted to ask him, but there's something about the atmosphere that's keeping me frozen in my position.

His mocking grin grew wider. "Come to think of it, Floresca. If you pull me down, your friend will get involved. Is that what you want?" Soffi remained silent, allowing Wesley's smirk to linger.

"Stop it, Wesley. We're leaving," I said, taking hold of Soffi's hand. When I looked at her, her face was almost contorted as she stared sharply at Wesley.

"If that woman keeps on provoking me, I can do anything I want right here and right now. Have you forgotten that you're in my territory? And aren't you and your self-righteous friend the ones who came storming in here?" he threatened. I gently pulled Soffi behind me. No, Wesley. You can't touch any of my loved ones. I won't let you harm them.

But Soffi became more aggressive and yelled, "You fucking asshole!