Winslow
All men turn to look at me. Including Everett and Maverick. Everett widens his eyes when he sees the gun I'm holding, "We prom-" He begins saying but I cut him off with my hand.
"What do you think you're doing?" I point my gun at Spencer.
He frowns but soon bursts out of laughter.
"That bitch." Cameron says behind him and I glare at him.
"Mind your own business, kid." Spencer ignores me and turns to Maverick, "You think you could start this stupid project and expect to put it into action so easily?"
"Nothing about this project was easy Spencer, it's been years of build up plans and work for it."
"For a stupid, illegal project?" He lowers his gun.
"It's not illegal." Maverick is weirdly calm.
Everett catches my gaze, 'What do you think you're doing?' He mouths to me but I ignore him and turn back to the men talking.
"This is against the other communities, Levan. You want to take over ours too, for crying out loud. Well, not so easily." He points a gun at a maid, ready to pull the trigger.
That's enough. I step in front of him, my gun never leaving his face. "And you think threatening them is the right thing to do? Taking two innocent men's lives just to storm in here and ruin our night? That's pathetic."
I can tell by his expression he's starting to get upset. Clenching his jawline, he tells me "Remind me, aren't you Winslow Viola?"
My eyes widen but I remain calm, "I'm Winslow Ambrose."
"No you're not. Your da-"
"Enough. Get your men and leave this place." I press the gun on his forehead
"You think a woman can tell me what to do?" He hits my hand, thinking I could drop the gun but instead I grab it with my other hand, wondering whether now it's a great moment to just pull the trigger through his skull and kill him right now. "All the men in here including you should be in jail right now." He lifts his gun to my height, aiming my forehead too.
"If you dare touch her you won't live to see the daylight ever again. Neither will your men and son." Everett's voice.
I turn to him with a warning glare to stop. I have a feeling tonight we'll get hurt and I don't want him to stand up for me. It makes me feel even worse.
"The only one that should be in jail right now is you, Spencer Collins." I lower my gun. My hands are getting sore. I think of something and let my hands rest, straightening my dress before saying, "You look so oddly familiar." With a grin, "I may have been four years old, but I can remember who killed my mother in front of my eyes." I point the gun at him again. I notice fear rushing through his eyes and I smile proudly.
But my smile fades with his next words.
"I have a feeling no one here knows your dirty little secret. You're still alive just because your father instructed me not to kill you." His eyes roll.
I sigh and glance at the Levan family. Their questioning gazes will soon be betrayed ones. But I can't help it. Now it's too late. The man I love, will hate me forever. This is not at all how I wanted him to find out.
"Winslow what's going on? Explain yourself." Maverick says but instead, I look at Everett.
"What's going on?" His pleading eyes search for an explanation. I bite my lip not to say anything I'm thinking of right now and. I can't look at him.
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The Enchanted Ones
Romans"I wish you had never trusted me." I mumble under my breath. I feel the bed squeak next to me but I don't look at him when I feel him sitting down, "You should have walked away when you had the chance. From the day we met, I knew I'd hurt you eventu...
