CHAPTER 33

Marietta P.O.V

I stood frozen at my spot as if, someone had made me a statue of stone. That guy had harshly gripped my arms behind me. His gun was touching my temple and the shiver of death was running down on my whole body. My heart was beating alarmingly like if he didn't shot me then I would probably die with a heart attack. Right now my death was an absolute thing.

I was already scared and that continuously hard thing, that was probably a gun, pressing against my temple, seemed like shaking my breath.

"Back then you guys are lucky. I am not going to spare you, let's see... Do you have your lucky charm with you or not?" I heard a husky voice just behind me. But his words referring to Bre and Veward. As he gripped my arm more harshly, making me hissed in pain.

Bre and Veward were still on the ring. They were four men in total, three of them standing near the ring, aiming their gun at them. They had hidden their faces with masks and hoodies.