Pressure of fear

“What do you want with her?!” Sal roared at the man.

He stepped in front of Vale. His body tense on the urgency of wanting to protect her and at the same time, the pressure of fear.

Sal obviously knows who is the person in front of them. His fist was tightly clenched on his sides, but the sweat trailing off his neck is a definite give away of what he truly feels.

Vale rolled her eyes mentally, aggravated. She needs to train Sal harder. It looks like he’s gonna piss himself off.

She squinted her eyes at the man who stopped them from getting into the car.

His presence is too much to bear.

Vale felt like gripping her hair, annoyed that she had been found. But, upon seeing his face, she had hoped that she was invisible. Which in reality, it's impossible.

'Shoot me!'

She gulped the lump in her throat.

“Fuck off, kid. This is between her and me.”

Sal takes a few steps towards him as they both stare hard into each other’s eyes.