Jennie Wilson POV

Christene swung the iron rod high, ready to hit the boy’s knees but Ivy came in between signalling Christene to lower the rod and ironically Christene did.

She looked hella dangerous, her hand little tatooed and bottled hair colour. I guess she was the leader here. She bent down squatting to the boy’s level and ruffled his hair smoothly, but her gaze was death chilling.

“ Christene.....Why are you hurting such a lovely, cute fragile boy? Boys like him should be handled delicately and make them understand with love and care Isn’t it?”

She said fondling his cheeks with her thumb disgustingly making me cringe witnessing the...