CHAPTER SEVENTEEN.
AMBER KITCHEN.
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My hands were shaking and my breathing was uneasy. I couldn't stop tapping my legs intervally against the hardened floor of the hotel restaurant I was with Gerald Acosta at my front. One thing I was against wholly was taking the life of another being, and that was the same thing I was helping Ricardo with.
A long sigh fell off my lips as I took my gaze up from the food I ought to be eating to Gerald Acosta himself. He was busy cutting the steak on his plate and he looked so elegant and flawless. Gerald Acosta was a handsome man and he did well to show off with his designer clothes and sleek back hair that glowed from afar. As I stared at him, I wondered if I should tell him about what Ricardo and his men planned on doing to him, but I knew if
