Take My Breath Away

Damon put his arm around Carlos' other shoulder and said, "Count me in. We'll let him have a taste of the strength that's behind Gwyn—a team of badass men that can beat him to death! He'd better behave himself."

Wesley's lips curled into a sneer. "We're not the only men in the team. Remember, I have an army. I alone can call in thousands of men 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 time for him now. I need to go home to Gwyn."

"Okay, let's go!"

The three men 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 presentiment came over Sheffield. "Old Fan, I have a bad feeling about this."

"Could you please stop calling me that?" It sounded like Sheffield was calling him an old fan. Despite the fact that his surname was indeed Fan, Joshua didn't like being addressed that way.

"Carlos has never smiled at me. Ever! But he just did, and there was something weird about that smile. It was creepy as hell. He's probably cooking up something to mess with me," 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 meant something; he believed there was a hidden meaning behind it.

It was like the old man knew that something 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 media report claiming that he was in some nightclub and hadn't come out in two hours. I went to see what he was doing there, and he was flirting with some woman!" Carlos fumed.

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 came 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 same time and said in unison, "So, you're trying to meddle again?"

Debbie disinfected the wound for him and then took a band aid to put on his wound. "Do you have too much free time 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 lame band aid away from me!'

Debbie stopped peeling the band aid at once. "What if you get infected while taking a shower?"

"I can take care of myself."