Jonah's pov
Let his kid decide? Wait what? Wait... ITS A TRAP. Before I could escape I feel someone grab me and pick me up. DAMMIT.
The door opens and I get thrown down by the idiots that grabbed me. I hear more thuds to see the rest of my boys down with me. Ow I think I hit my head too hard. I hold onto it in pain. I hear someone clear their throat.
I look up to see... him.
I scowl in disgust. Someone's beside him... it's- its- my father
He bend down and grabbed my collar. I was pulled up to my feet, face to face with him. I threw a punch to his face but that did not seem to hurt him at all. Like his children, he eyes turned red with fury.
Speaking of his children. Where are they?
Almost right on time I see them get walked into the room held onto by two of their father's men.
Olivia held back a laugh while looking me.
I glared at her with all the anger I had. Her expression stayed on her face.
I turned back to her father.
"What do you think you're doing here boy?" The man asks in a friendly yet toxic voice.
"You know what I want." I reply through gritted teeth.
"Oh. Him? No I think I might keep him here for a while." The man smirked at me, almost like he's about to burn a hole into my eyes. But I won't back down.
"I don't think you wanna do that." I coldly say. I quickly reach into my pocket and pull out a gun holding it to his head.
I hear Olivia screech in fear.
He looks completely unfazed by my actions.
"Oh. But I think I do." He replies snapping her fingers. Out of nowhere his men pull out guns and point them at me.
"Jonah be careful!" Shouts my father still tied to the chair.
"Oh shut up!" Shouts the evil man to my father.
While he was distracted, I freed myself from his control. Panicking, I grabbed Olivia and pointed the gun to her head. The room immediately turned quiet. He looked at me with blazing red eyes.
"JONAH! DON'T! " Jack shouted. I glared at him and held the gun closer to her head as she struggled to get away from the grip of my hands.
The man stands there. A complete poker face. I look over to Olivia. You can just see the sadness take over her face the longer her dad stands there. Was I just bluffing about shooting Olivia? Of course not. I could right now. But to think, I thought saying that would be enough for him to give in. It wasn't. Wow. This man really is a monster. And his daughter is starting to realize it.
Looks like he's not going to budge anytime soon.
His eyes narrow on me as he darkly chuckles.
"You don't have the guts to don't you?" He mocks me. My eyes grow angrier.
"You threaten to kill my daughter? I'd like to see you try huh. You're just a coward. Just like your father." His deep voice fills the room as he gestures to my dad.
"And just like your mother."
The mention of my mom sent my body into anger.
"Don't. Ever. Mention. My. Mom!" I demand as my blood heats up.
That's it. I rest my finger on the trigger.
"JONAH! NO! " Corbyn cried. Too late, I already pulled the trigger.
The whole atmosphere turned cold with silence. I look over to Olivia expecting her to be on the floor, but she was standing just fine... wait what? If she didn't get hit... who did? It took me a moment to realise who had took the bullet for Olivia. The atmosphere was broken by a painful cry.
