Chapter 55

Pablo's POV

"I won't let them in," I said in a firm tone, pushing the tables on my back with all the strength of my torso. Joana raised her head. "I won't let them touch you.”

"For God's sake," she whimpered, panting.

As long as a few guards kept shooting, we should be fine. But what did it guarantee that they really shot the prisoners and wouldn't just be disguising it?

"Stay calm, Joana," I asked once again, even raising my hands in a soothing gesture. Joana watched me with wide eyes with fear. I got a little closer, unable to contain that need to touch his little body and send some comfort with the gesture. "They're not going in here. Not even that I'm trampled to death while trying to hold this door. They won't even go in for a fuck.”

Joana noticed my approach, and instead of retreating as a smart person would, she also crawled against the ground in the movement that took her straight to my arms. Joana laid her head on my chest, closing her arms aro