230 DIRTY, DIRTY MIND

He pulled her hand from his mouth, tightening his grip around her arm as he twirled her around and pinned her against the wall, holding both her hands to her back while he pressed her face against the wall. “Who are you? And how did you get into this house?” He questioned, his voice low but filled with anger. He didn't want to show and alarm those around. It would cause unnecessary problems, especially with his mum. She wasn't the type to take such issues lightly and he'd have to spend the entire night comforting her and getting her to calm down while she had cops and soldiers raid the house, inspecting every nook and cranny a thief could use to get in and possibly interrogate all the workers to find out if there was one helping the thief. It happened once before and he didn't want to experience it again. “Calm down. I'm not a thief,” The lady said as she tried to break free from his hold but he didn't budge and held her tightly. “Geez!” She groaned, her eyes filled with annoyanc