Chapter 17

Blake’s dark thick hair was soaking wet from the rain. He was wearing a dark trench coat, black slacks, and black boots. Everyone was flabbergasted, especially Brock. He had gone pale.

“Hey, big brother,” Blake said as he walked towards them with his gun up. “Why don’t you slowly take that gun out of your pocket?”

Everyone looked at Brock.

Brock’s cheeks started glowing red.

“Do it, Brock, or I’m going to plug one in Lexi right in front of you,” Blake said and pointed the gun at Lexi. “I’ll shoot her way before you can stop me.”

Brock exhaled. He slowly pulled the gun out of his pocket.

“Put it on the floor and kick it over to Victor,” Blake ordered.

Lexi flinched at the sound of metal skidding across the cement floor.

Victor knelt down slowly and picked up the gun. He didn’t take his eyes off of them.

“What . . . how .