chapter eleven

Pov Tyler.

After leaving Emily at the cabin, I went straight to the warehouse. From a distance, I could identify the person sitting at my table.

"You woke up early," I said, looking at my father, who was sitting near the stack of drugs.

"You too, my dear son. Still trying to hide Emily from me, are you trying to keep me away from my grandson?" My father said with a sarcastic tone. "Don't worry, Tyler, I didn't follow you, and I don't know where she's hiding." He shrugged, indifferent.

"I'm sorry, but I can't let my son be at risk with you around," I replied seriously, observing his every expression.

"And you shouldn't. I might do something impulsive. Just looking at that girl, I already feel a boiling hatred inside me. But as soon as this baby is born, Emily will have to die, and for now, keep me away from her, just in case!" He said angrily.

"All right," I replied, sitting next to him at the table.

"Tomorrow, a new shipment of weapons will arrive near the border between Mexico and th