"No, no! I'm not going!"
Ironin didn't heed her words. But then, he was startled when she dropped to the ground and hugged his thigh. He never faced her challenging behavior before. If it were someone else, he would kick them out or cut their throats. He couldn't do that to her.
"Let go," he calmly said.
"I'm going nowhere!" Veronica was stubborn. She wouldn't let go.
Ironin let out a sigh. He never felt so helpless before. He leaned and grabbed her both arms. He gently pulled her. "Get up."
"No!"
"Please."
"No! No!"
"I'm begging you."
His voice was gentle each time he urged her to stand up. There was a sense of feebleness in his tone.
He was a person with a strong personality. He never begged anyone for anything. He was never unreasonable. Thus, whatever he asked for, he got it. People never personally messed up with him. Those who did, he shot them dead.
