Good intentions

Amber trembled under the gaze of the mafia man. It was like she was frozen in her place, she didn't dare to look away nor make a sound fearing that if she did, he might stab her just like he did right now. Then she heard him say…

"Bring me the glass." He said, ordering her. His tone sends shivers of fear down her spine, his eyes never leaving her.

Amber stood up and picked up the cup with trembling hands. She walked towards him, handing him the cup.

"Is this the cup that you saw him put the poison inside?" Alexander asked, confirming.

Amber nodded at her, staring at Alex's hand that was covered with the blood of the bartender. She felt dizzy and nauseated by the sight and the smell of the blood, and her vision became blurry.

"Speak," Alexander demanded, raising his voice.

Amber flinched and took a step back, her head spinning but she forced herself to focus because if she failed, her family would be killed.