Chapter Eighteen

“Why is she not coming out, your highness?” Zachariah asked as they stood in front of the door.

Alston brows were pulled up, making deep lines on his forehead as he looked at the door, waiting for a particular someone to come out through that door. A loud grunt pierced his ears making him close his eyes for a bit before angrily opening it. He sent the door flying down with a kick only for his eyes to widen at what he was seeing in front of him.

Zachariah gulped down, feeling sorry for the boys as he could sense the anger radiating out of Alston. Arya was being pulled on the floor by a guy that looked like a yellow bucket.

“Who the hell are you?” The black guy turned back to face both Alston and Zachariah.

“We?” Alston said dangerously.

Arya was still being pulled on the floor, her small cries ringing in alstons head.

“Leave the girl.” He said.

The black guy frowned his face as he passed what he was holding to one of the other guys before walking towards Alston. Before he could get to A