KELVINS POV.
“I gave you a good chance to make a good request, and all that slips through your lips is talk of Martins, that f*****g begger.” I asked her, and my rage doubled, and I was fuming from anger, knowing so well I could barely get a hold of myself.
“Don't!” She croaked, I could see the fear in her eyes as I spoke. I had gotten enough of the day; just when I believed she had gotten to her right senses, she just had to crawl back to ugly memories.
“Martins shouldn't do anything to you; he remains in your past, and that is all there would be to him; it's not like he could come save you or anything; you think if he was searching for you, he would not have found you yet?” I asked, and a grin crawled up the sides of my lips while I stared at her, feeling content seeing how the fear i
