Chapter 63 Isabelle’s trump cards fails

ROSELYN JENSEN-LUCA POV I am taking my phone on my bag as I sense that someone is tailing me after I entered Starbucks. I am about to call Crimson when I felt a cold thing on my side. What the heck! Are they kidnappers? I hope they re just snatchers. What a bad day! Again! "Follow us or you ll die."-he said. "Raise your hand."-the other one said. I take off my hand on my bag. Oh, great! You will be my savior! I turn it on and target the man s crotch. "Aahhh!"-he shouted in pain. The gun drops, I take it. Oh shoot! Is gun had been this heavy?! "Don t come over me!"-I said and pointed at them. I wish Crimson is here now! Oh my! Oh my! "Argh! My balls! My friend! Help me!"-he said. They have been worried to their friend. They choose to help him. I think I have a pepper spray! I sprayed on them and the other two shouted. I take that chance to use my teaser and I choose to use it in their chest and crotch! They all fel