Veronica's POV 

“What are you getting at, Darwin?” I asked as my face kept reading each of his moves.

But he was silent, although tensioned. His hand kept searching through his armrest. Just as I watched, he pulled out something I was familiar with.

My heart cradled in fear and I panicked. “A gun? "What are you doing with this?” I asked, shooting a glare at him and the gun at the same time.

“This is for your protection, Veronica. Do not worry, it is registered, which makes it very legal. As from now, you have to take this gun, and it's license everywhere you go,” He said, extending it...