52 What Is It Gonna Be?

Russo's nostrils flared in anger. "You must think highly of yourself kid. First, you show up at my home, and now you are giving me orders on what to do."

"It's not an order, but I'm sure you wouldn't want your soldiers hearing what I'm about to discuss with you."

"Tell me one reason why I shouldn't put a bullet in your head right now?" Gemma's father asked with a gun pointed at Miguel's head. 

"If you are waiting for me to give you a reason, you might as well just shoot me. But if you won't, I suggest you bring down the gun, and let's talk," Miguel said with so much nonchalance.

Gemma's father was breathing hard as he pointed the gun at Miguel's head. Thinking about the fact that he knocked his daughter up, makes him want to shoot him so badly.

"What is going on here?"

Russo brought down the gun when he heard Gemma's voice. 

"Ha! Just the person that I wanted to see," Miguel said with a wide smile. "How are you, Darling?"