AELLO'S POV
My muscles lock in place as more men pour through the door behind the one holding Nay Jackie hostage. Their boots thud against the floor, loud and heavy in the quiet kitchen.
Slowly, carefully, I wrap my fingers around the sharp silver fork beside me on the counter. It's small but solid-something I can use against these intruders who've forced their way into our home.
"Oh my God! Get out of here, Aello!" Nay Jackie's voice is thick with fear, her whole body shaking as she tries to turn toward me.
My jaw tightens at her words. Even with a gun to her head, she worries more about me than herself.
"Don't move a muscle if you don't want this bullet in her skull!" the man holding her snaps, pressing the gun harder against her temple. I see a blade pressed to her side too, its metal glinting in the morning light. Several others move toward me, hands reaching for my wrists to cuff me-but I drive the fork deep into one man's wrist before his fingers can touch me.
