Nathan glared at their hands, and the daggers that shot from his eyes cut deep into Crystal’s heart. Why is he here? she asked herself. - He must have known that nothing good could come from barging in like this…

“Remove your dirty hands from my woman,” Nathan shouted. There were over a dozen guns aimed at Eric’s head, but they did not seem to faze him.

“Your woman?” Eric scoffed. “Good Sir, she is my wife!

“She didn’t say, I do.” Nathan chuckled and said, “If yet she goes, I will let you live.”

Eric shrugged, “I’m not afraid of your tanks. However, you should look outside and see...