No More Waiting, She Chooses Love novel Chapter 181

It's downright bone-chilling how scared people can get.

Deborah's words had my heart leaping to my throat in an instant. "What's happening? Calm down and tell me clearly."

"Some guys are looking to stir up trouble with Mr. Collins at the amusement park. A bunch of them, all inked up and looking mighty frightening," Deborah's explanation let my heart settle a bit.

I thought it was some other kind of accident.

Turns out, it's just some folks wanting to mess with Ernest.

Even though Deborah was quite spooked, and her description of the guys sounded ominous, I wasn't worried.

Ernest can handle it, after all.

This inexplicable trust I have in him is bizarre, even to me, but I just have this feeling that he's untouchable.

"Did those guys start anything?" I asked.

"No, they haven't found Mr. Collins yet, but they're asking around. They'll find this place soon enough," Deborah's voice trembled slightly. "What do we do, Felicia? Should we call the cops?"

I pondered for a few seconds. "First, find Ernest and ask him about it. Let him decide whether or not to involve the police."

I wasn't sure what those guys wanted with Ernest, so it seemed best to let him make the call.

"Alright," Deborah agreed before asking, "Felicia, are you still coming?"

Without hesitation, I replied, "I'm on my way!"

How could I not be there if Ernest was in trouble?

"Conrad, you better not be lying to me, and keep your hands off Ernest," I said before hanging up.

However, Conrad called back immediately, but I didn't pick up.

I drove straight to the amusement park. By the time I found Ernest, he was already surrounded by a few burly men, just as Deborah had described, obviously the tough sort.

Deborah clutched at my sleeve, "Felicia, Mr. Collins said not to call the cops, but I'm really worried. Should we just call them now?!"

I ignored her and stepped forward, catching bits of the conversation. One of the thugs was saying to Ernest, "If you want to stay alive, better keep in line. You should know what you can and cannot do."

Ernest, cool as a cucumber and defiant, shot back, "Oh, someone's feeling shook enough to send you guys? Save me the threats."‘"The less you yap, the better. You should know your place," the leader of the group, a bald giant, his head shining under the midday sun as if a fly could slide off it, said menacingly.

"Well, I have considered the consequences of my actions. If you want to stop me, you'll have to do it over my dead body. And let me tell you, I'm not one to mess with. Bring it on," Ernest's confidence sent shivers down my spine.