★★★★"Ginnoy, take Jazzy to the room. She will get sick if she overthinks the matter she heard from someone she does not know," the man said to his wife as he gave her a look."Hmmm..." the wife nodded and glanced at Jazzy, adding softly, "Come on, sweetheart," her voice lined with maternal concern, "I trust you have finished the art you were working on... the one you started on the canvas?""She will stay," Zac declared, his tone like Iron wrapped in ice. In one Swift, fluid motion, he pulled a gun from his waistband and let it rest on the surface of the couch. "No one moves unless I say so. Especially you." His eyes pinned Jazzy in one place-sharp, unyielding.The room stilled, the air thickening.The man shot up from his chair, voice raised and trembling with a volatile mix of rage and dread."You barge in here, threatening us like some Street thug, when we invited you into our home with respect to have a civil conversation."His eyes were wide now, bloodshot with disbelief."Wher
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