I’m starving

Noah pov's

I stared at Mr Don with a deep frown on my face, he didn't know who he was messing with, I could only imagine how foolish he looked, pointing a gun at me, his whole family would literally go down for this.

"Mr Don, I've been running this business for over twelve years now, do you think a little chicken like you could kill me?" I asked.

Mr Don fisted his balls in anger. Did you just insulted me?" He asked.

"Nope I didn't, I just stated a fact," I replied.

"Do not test my patience boy, or it might get bloody," Mr Don said.

I felt like laughing at the moment, was he seriously threatening me?

"That's what I love the most," I said frostily, my tone echoing with deadliness.

"With the way you look, I didn't expect your daughters would be so beautiful." I said.

"What was feir names again?" I asked referring to Jethro.

"Jamila and Ashley, boss" Jethro replied.

Mr Don was stunned as his brows arched. "What the heck have you done to my daughters!" Mr Don yelled.

"Oh don't shout at me