Emile leaned back against the bed frame with arms crossed, watching the chaos like it was free entertainment. Micah squirmed helplessly under Nick and Eddie's playful but relentless assault, laughter and protests tumbling from his lips. After a while, Emile stood up and got out of bed as if he had all the time in the world.
He strolled over and tapped Nick and Eddie on their shoulders, a tiny smile on his face. "Alright, that's enough. He is not someone you should mess with like that. You know the consequences might be something you could not afford…"
Micah's entire body went cold. His laughter died instantly, eyes widening. Shit. Don't say it. Don't you dare say it. His heart fell straight into his stomach. Beads of sweat prickled along his hairline.
He snapped his head toward Emile, glaring like a cornered cat. "Shut up!" His voice cracked, a mix of panic and warning.
