Movement at the entrance of the room catches my attention before I see Delilah stand there with wide eyes, staring straight at me. The surprised look lasted for all of two and a half seconds before it's replaced by an intense glower, one that dominates her entire face.
There's a look in her eyes, one that screams 'what the fuck are you doing?!' and I don't think I could answer that honestly without sounding insane.
'Being held hostage, is what I'm doing.' No.
'Being threatened by Bersan Leskenok, the man you stole from and who tried to have my son kidnapped.' No.
'Finding out my dad is an associate for the Spanish mob.' Ding ding ding, we have a winner.
I sent her back a look, subtly letting my eyes shift to the side in an attempt for help. It's not that I was scared of Bersan—correction, terrified was the word for it—but I knew next to nothing about how to handle this situation.
