CHAPTER TWENTY-SIX

“Come on, let’s get you out of here” He takes my hand and urges me to get up from the chair. My food! “Dude, what do you think you are doing?” Seven asks as he furiously seizes my hand from Asher’s. “She’s about to eat her lunch” “ I’ll make her lunch at my place, come on wifey” He tries to take my hand but Seven pulls it away and steps in front of me. “Seven step away” He says with his eyes closed. He’s about to loose it. “ I won’t, she’s going no where with you” Seven says giving him a deadly stare and I wonder where he got such confidence from. Just one phone call and that will be the end for him, Asher has the power to make that happen. Asher doesn’t flinch at his stare, he shoves one hand in his right pocket and takes one step forward. “In case I’m not making myself clear, this is a threat!” He says calmly, quietly but in a deadly tone. “I’m not squeamish” Seven spits and I see Asher clench his fists as he chews his molars. He is trying very hard not to loose it. “I would punch