LYRA

A loud gasp escaped my lips as I watched Belinda, the daughter of Dina’s employer, hit Vincent. He had stopped her just as she was about to strike again, but the force of her hand still made his jaw tighten.

Belinda didn't back down, "You have no idea who are dealing with. I'll make you and that woman pay for trying to harm my mother." She spat as she held to the wooden stick.

Guards finally closed in, reaching for her arms. She fought them, thrashing, her screams echoing against ...