Damon put his arm around Carlos' other shoulder and said, "Count in. We'll let him have a taste of the strength that's behind Gwyn—a team of badass n that can beat him to death! He'd better behave himself."
Wesley's lips curled into a sneer. "We're not the only n in the team. Rember, I have an army. I alone can call in thousands of n to kick his ass if he does anything wrong by Gwyn."
Damon nodded, "Damn right! Gwyn is like a granddaughter to you. That's the least you could do to protect her."
Carlos finally smiled. "Let's get out of here. I don't have ti for him now. I need to go ho to Gwyn."
"Okay, let's go!"
The three n got into their cars and left the parking lot.
As he leaned against the wall, Sheffield thought about Carlos' creepy smile. He had no idea that he had just escaped a beating from an army.
He and Joshua were left alone in the corridor. The deafening music from the booths filled the air. Both of them stayed silent for a while, and then, an ominous presentint ca over Sheffield. "Old Fan, I have a bad feeling about this."
"Could you please stop calling that?" It sounded like Sheffield was calling him an old fan. Despite the fact that his surna was indeed Fan, Joshua didn't like being addressed that way.
"Carlos has never smiled at . Ever! But he just did, and there was sothing weird about that smile. It was creepy as hell. He's probably cooking up sothing to ss with ," Sheffield said, ignoring Joshua's protest. He stared at the path through which Carlos had left, deep in thought.
Joshua disagreed. "You're just overthinking. Maybe he was in a good mood because of Aunt Debbie's call. Besides, even if he really is trying to get you into trouble, I don't think you have much to worry about. You're smart and strong—a survivor, who always bounces back."
"Well," Sheffield mused. "You do have a point..." But the ominous feeling did not leave him. Carlos' smile ant sothing; he believed there was a hidden aning behind it.
It was like the old man knew that sothing was about to go down, and he was secretly glad that Sheffield had no idea what was going on. He felt like Carlos was enjoying as he, knowing nothing, walked into a trap. He was laughing at his helpless situation. The thought made Sheffield restless.
"Why didn't you explain to him that you were only flirting with the woman because you had lost a bet? What if he tells Evelyn?
hed voice, "What happened, Dad? Why did you two fight?"
"There was a dia report claiming that he was in so nightclub and hadn't co out in two hours. I went to see what he was doing there, and he was flirting with so woman!" Carlos fud.
He kept his voice down, considering that his dear granddaughter had just fallen asleep.
'Sheffield was flirting with another woman?' Evelyn didn't respond. She adjusted Gwyn's position in her arms and sat on the edge of the bed.
Debbie ca back with the kit. She made Carlos sit on the couch and grumbled, "Could you at least consider Evelyn's feelings when you speak?"
With a snort, he said, "I only want her to know what that guy has been doing so that she can forget that jerk."
"Forget him? And then what?" Debbie gently pressed on his wound, warning him to watch his mouth.
Carlos, however, didn't feel the pain at all. It was just a minor wound after all; nothing he couldn't handle. "I'll introduce Evelyn to a better man," he declared.
Debbie and Evelyn sighed at the sa ti and said in unison, "So, you're trying to ddle again?"
Debbie disinfected the wound for him and then took a band aid to put on his wound. "Do you have too much free ti on your hands? Or do you think Evelyn doesn't have enough on her plate already?"
Carlos stared at the band aid in his wife's hand. "If you get rid of that band aid, I won't bother introducing Evelyn to another man," he haggled. 'Just get that la band aid away from !'
Debbie stopped peeling the band aid at once. "What if you get infected while taking a shower?"
"I can take care of myself."
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