"I don't know, but it sound like a gunshot." Ryan said with his brows scrunched.
"I think its downstairs." Billy added.
"I will go and see what it is." Bianca said before trying to walk away.
Grabbing her hands, Justin pulled her back. "Where are you going? Downstairs? You want me to die?"
"Honey but–"
"No ifs and buts, stay up here and–"
"Justin Anderson, come out now!" A loud shout startled them.
Scrunching his brows, "who the hell is that?" Justin inquired.
"Now I understand what Grandma was talking about." Ryan whispered.
"Hey, who the hell are you?" Justin Yelled.
"Come down now or else your mansion is going to be exploded!" The voice retorted.
"Justin, am going downstairs to kick someone's ass. But don't bring bianca along, because its risky." Ryan stated and dashed out instantly.
"Dude, am with you." Thomas and Billy followed him.
Holding her hands, "come with me, I need to hide you somewhere." Justin took Bianca to a place where she will be safe.
.....
Downstairs
"Who the hell are you?" Ryan inquired with a huge scowl on his face.
Looking at his men, "guys, it looks as if we are in the wrong apartment, right?" The leader mocked.
"Yes of course, you all are in the wrong apartment." Justin said with a cold voice.
"No I don't think so." The leader laughed.
Narrowing his eyes at him, "you all better get your asses outta here. Whatever you are looking for, is not here, now leave!" Justin yelled.
Letting out a mockery chuckle, "Boss, who the hell is this guy?" One of the men asked.
Patting his shoulder, "its the quick-witted guy." The leader mocked.
Folding his sleeves, "is like some people are going to hellfire today." Billy said.
"Hellfire is an understatement for a wrestling mania like this, I think six feet is better." Thomas added.