Chapter Hundred & Forty-Nine: Past: Bloody Weddings (part three)

Justin stared at the woman raged filled face, he could see that she wanted nothing more but to rip everything in him out, he was sure that the only thing holding her back was the fact that this was her daughter's birthday. Besides that, forget her husband's wish, he might as well have set himself as a target at the shooting range.

And he knew for a fact that they wouldn't miss.

"The fuck are you doing here boy?" she repeated, squeezing his throat tightly,

Justin was sure that no one else could see him, especially since the guards that had surrounded them, had made sure to hide what Huitaca was doing to him. He could feel her squeezing his air pumps, giving him air to try and intake so that he could at least try an  respond, he might as well be dying slowly at this point and he was sure that the damn guards would carry his body out.