034. At The Mall

How could he judge me ridiculously? There wouldn't be a way I would waste my saliva on replying to him. Instead, I hissed and sauntered out of his presence.

"This section is reserved." A bassy male voice stopped me, followed by his huge frame blocking my path.

His intimidating action brought back that old man's memory. What I was yet to verify was his connection to Don. It was Donald's men who shot at me but I woke up to that man's torture then, Donald came to my rescue... that aspect confuse me and for the days I spent with him, I did not catch sight of the man.

Why protect me if he wants me dead?

I closed my eyes briefly and shut down the feelings.

"What...? Reserved by who?!" I asked the man astonishingly. Yet, he did not waver on his stand. The same was the three other men behind him. Their scowls were mercilessly dark and enough to send one hanging.

I backed off and glared around narrowly. Those customers around were scanty compared to yesterday when I came chopping. My gaze did