ANMELA'S POV

"Who says you can lick what's mine?"

My body froze as I saw Laurent at the entrance of the building. He was holding a gun, his eyes burning in fire.

Suddenly, I ran towards him, but one of the men held my waist. "Laurent! Laurent!" I was screaming at the top of my lungs. The man pointed a baseball bat on my head.

"One wrong move, the brain of your girlfriend will be scattered on the ground." The man smirked at Laurent.

Laurent's eyes looked down at his hands that were wrapping on my belly. "Your arms will be separated from your body. I'll give you three seconds...