Benjamin's mind worked quickly, analyzing the room and their precarious situation.
The big man behind Valentine was tense, his finger hovering over the trigger of the gun pressed to her head.
Valentine seeing his father, the look of fear in her eyes disappear when she also saw the glimpse of his uncle Shanks.
"Dad!" she bellowed, which made the man frowned from the shout as he struck the muzzle of the gun a little in the back of her head making her in pain.
Benjamin clenched his teeth as the big man threatened her daughter, his tone cold and deadly.
"Stop shouting. Your voice is annoying," the man said, making Valentine bite her lip in frustration.
Around them, armed men lounged casually, some standing guard, ready to draw their guns at the slightest movement.
He stole a glance at Shanks, whose calm exterior belied the simmering rage beneath.
