CHAPTER ONE HUNDRED AND NINETY-ONE BEING HIS POSSESSION..

~MAE~ I felt like the whole world was about to crumble, staring at the gun right on George's head. “Don't touch him,” I cried with trembling lips, feeling my head spinning like it was about to fall off. George didn't say a word. Instead, he raised his hand above his head, staring at the gunman. “Who do you think you are?” the man scoffed, puffing out smoke from his nostrils. I found myself wondering how he did that without a cigar stick in his hand. “Please,” I cried again, shaking like I'd caught a cold flu. “Oh please,” the man scoffed. “You have just two seconds remaining,” he said to George. “Pablo, get out of there; that isn't our target,” Another man said audibly from their car, and my eyes widened in relief. “Oh shit!” the so-called Pablo said. “Wrong person, sorry!” he said hurriedly before running off to his car. I stared with widened eyes as their car roughly drove out of sight. “Oh my...” I breathed heavily, turning back to George. Coincidentally, he turned to me,