"Don't call me son. You were never a mother to me. With the way you're acting now, all the more reason to think you are never suited to be a mother."
"Don't you ever make me see you beating this little girl again. We will call social services and the police on you." I said to her as I bent down to sooth the crying child.
Those were the words Levi said to the woman, Marionne, who had made quite a ruckus during breakfast. We have now checked in back at the hotel room while Levi went away to blow off some steam.
We don't know if he had gone to talk to Marionne but he didn't say much. Just that he was going to get himself some air with his pack of cigarettes tucked inside his jean's back pocket.
I remember vividly the way Levi had glared coldly at her and the way she cowered. With Levi's built, it was sure to be scary under his angry gaze.
