Chapter 180 A Bomb

• SLOANE’S POINT OF VIEW.
• Fear mixed with doubt and a sense of dread coiled around my throat as I watched Eldric cock and uncock his gun multiple times while he stood not too far from me. I knew what he was doing; an intimidation tactic, and I swear to fuck it’s working.
• My eyes left his form to stare at the man I called dad for most of my life, as he sharpened a knife in another part of the dark warehouse. For the past couple of hours I was here, all I could smell was the damp concrete I was seated on, and I had to bear the pain in my lower belly as hunger bit at me. So far, all they’d given me was a cup of dirty water, which still sat at my feet beside the heavy chains.