"N-Nico..." I stuttered. "Put the gun—guns down."
"Nico..." Isaac drawled. "That's pointless."
"Says the person standing at the other end of my fucking pistol. Wanna give it a try to see if it is?"
"Nico!" I hissed, but he didn't blink or answer me.
This is getting out of hand. I don't know what to do, I mean, how do you calm a guy who has guns in his hand and won't listen to you? And he's fucking high!
Isaac, on the other hand, didn't feel threatened in any way; he was more amused by this situation.
"Let's see who pulls the trigger first," he declared.
The three men reached for their guns.
OH MY GOD!
"Isaac!"
A voice came behind, and we all turned our heads.
"Violence is not welcomed in this house," Henry said coolly, as he came closer with hands behind his back. "Put down your weapons."
The men did as he said, but Nico remained still, not until Henry's burning look made him lower his hands.
