Ness
Pablo guides me inside the massive one-story house. I’ve been here before, though I don’t recognize any of the rooms we pass through.
"Welcome to the hall of sin, ladies."
The memory of that place sends chills down my spine.
I pull up the collar of my coat and keep walking alongside Pablo. He limps with every step he takes, but he doesn’t stop until we reach a huge living room with two sofas big enough to fit an entire football team.
"We’ll wait for Lagos here," he informs me.
I nod, and for a moment, I almost feel guilty for making him believe I was just a cleaner when we first met. He might have gotten into trouble because of me.
I’m about to ask him when a man enters the room and stops to stare at us.
Relief washes over me when I realize it’s not Alex.
However, I know I’ll
