Lowkey

Chapter 39

Mature Content in this chapter - 18+

✰ Ａｒａｂｅｌｌａ ✰

"𝐑𝐞𝐬𝐭"

I watched the three grown men in front of me discuss and argue.

From across the room, my attention was drawn to Roman's.

He sat silent, utterly silent. I stared at him aimlessly while his body tightened in the seat opposite from me.

His eyes hadn't left my own, well more specifically my neck. His jaw muscle clenched and unclenched, attractively, I might add.

"Landon," Uncle Dre called my father, as he had now gotten off the phone.

My brother remained silent at this point, his gaze shifting from my neck to Roman on multiple occasions.

"It was a member from the Malcolm's."

My ears perked up and so did everyone else's in the room. Looking towards Andre with the new source of information.

"They're still looking for more information, but the person was sent to assassinate Arabella."

The air was thick with unspoken tension, and a palpable sense of anger washed over everyone.

"Name?"

Roman's voice catches my attention, and I join the others in looking over at him.

"Ryan Dantean." Uncle Dre replied.

Roman tensed even more and got out of his chair, his tall frame radiating power as he took out his phone and phoned a number.

I watched him with curiosity but instantly snapped my eyes away when my name was called again.

"That's the guy Arabella killed?" My brother asked Andre, he nodded in response.

Turning towards my father, he looked at me indifferently and motioned for me to follow him.

I stood up from my seat, sighed, and followed him out of the room.

As soon as I walked into his office, I sat down in the leather chair and drew my legs up to my chin, anticipating what would happen next.

"I don't want you leaving the house unprotected," He started, going to a drawer and taking out a handgun.

"Keep it on you. I'll send guards to keep an eye on you as well."

He hands me the gun, which I grasp and stare at it blankly.

"How long?" I asked, my gaze shifting away from the weapon.