Chapter eighty-one

Charles

Thankfully there was a back door which I used in getting into the grocery store.

I noiselessly tiptoed my way in, and stood at the side of where two book shelves were facing eachother. I knew it was a darn risky thing for me to do, because I was unarmed. But Lolita and her baby needed protecting. They were innocent.

I took a hard dry gulp, calculating the next move I would make. Because these men were with guns. One bullet to my brain, and I was gone for good. I would loose every freaking I ever had, including my daughter and mother.

I closed my eyes in dismay. This was a way too dangerous something to do, because it was just an unarmed me with more than twelve armed men. And if I didn't act smart, they were going to win.

What the fuck was I even thinking? I muttered some curses at