𝐇𝐢𝐬 𝐀𝐭𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐲 | 𝐒.𝐌

Chapter 63

My whole body shakes. I'm scared, so scared. Why doesn't he pull the trigger?

The gun against my forehead starts to shake a little and when I open my eyes to look at the man that calls himself my father I see tears rolling down his cheeks. 

Both his hands are shaking and after a few seconds, he lowers the gun and takes a step back.

I exhale, closing my eyes again.

'Are you sure?' Tristan claps his hands. 

'Last chance!'

'I can't do it. He is my son.' My dad says, dropping the gun onto the ground.

Present-day Elizabeth's POV

I'm speechless... How can a fourteen-year-old boy live through that and not be traumatized for the rest of his life? If my dad would've done that to me, I would've never spoken to him again.

'Are you ok?' I move a little closer to Shawn as he wipes his tears away.

'Yeah, yeah, I'm fine.' He says.

He smiles at me with tears in his eyes and my heart melts. All the anger I was carrying towards him disappear and I wrap my arms around him, pulling him into a hug. 

He holds me tight against his body and I realize how much I've missed him.

He pulls away and his big hand rests on my face, his thumb brushing over my cheek. 

I press my lips on his and taste the faint taste of alcohol in his mouth. His tongue moves against my lips, begging me to open my mouth. 

I open my mouth and his hot tongue slides inside, letting fireworks explode in my head. 

Everything about him still feels the same, maybe even better.

'I'm not finished yet.' He pulls away.

'Ok.' I nod and keep my distance from him again.

He rubs the palms of his hands over his knees. I've noticed this is something he does when he's nervous.

'What is Three's real name?' I ask.

'I can't tell you that.'

'Why not? Are you working for him?' I frown, smiling a little.

I hope I'm wrong...

Shawn just looks at me, not saying anything. I'll take his silence as a "yes".

Is he seriously still working for a drug lord? How can I date someone who's involved in the drug world? I'm a well-respected attorney, I can't be caught up in his mess.

'I will tell you about the night Adam Wolff died.'

Flashback Shawn's POV

I just got off the phone with Camila. One week until her graduation party in Amsterdam. I don't want to go. I don't like parties... they're always so loud.

The week passes quickly and the day before the party I get a call from Tristan.

'What are you doing tomorrow?' He asks.

'Not much I guess. I was thinking about going to a friend's party.' I respond.

Besides Tristan's psychotic side he seems like a nice guy. Besides the time he almost got me killed by my own dad, he was always nice to me. Besides the time he almost kidnapped Aaliyah because I didn't show up to his "meeting" he seems like a pretty good friend.

'I need you to go there.' He says.

'Why?'

'Come on man! You're twenty-two years old. You need to live a little, have some fun!' He says and I chuckle.