Chapter 27Alex
Alex woke up under a quilt. It was soft to the touch and striped. She lay on another quilt. Her hand went to her neck and the chain with the ring was gone.
“s**t,” she whispered.
Her hand opened the covering quilt and she realized she was completely n***d.
“Perfect,” she heard.
Her eyes shot towards the voice and her hand quickly retrieved the cover. The bad soldier was sitting on a rug, with his legs crossed and a cell phone in his hand.
“Did you just take a picture of me?” Alejandra demanded, fuming.
“A really good one. It's ok when they're out cold, but you, opening the quilt and showing the goods… that was priceless.”
“You. You. You… conchudo hijo de re mil putas!”
The man snorted.
“Wow, girl. You have a way with words…” He grinned.
Her eyes rounded.
“Do you
