Axel's grip on my wrist was strong but not forceful as he led me through the butcher shop's doors and into the cold evening air.
My legs wobbled beneath me, my body still running on the adrenaline of everything that had just happened. I had barely processed the fact that I was no longer in debt when Axel stopped in front of a black car parked a few feet away.
"Get in," he ordered and his voice left no room for argument.
I blinked at him. "What? Why?"
He sighed, crossing his arms in front of him. I could tell his patience was thinning by the second.
"We're going to your house."
My whole world banged.
"We're what?"
"You heard me," Axel said, his brows knitting. "We're going to see your father."
No. No, no, NO.