CHAPTER TWENTY-FIVE.
AMBER KITCHEN.
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Ricardo hadn't said a word to me since he dragged me away from the club, and I couldn't stop fidgeting as I thought about the possibilities of Andrew being dead. From the little I'd seen from Lorenzo in the club, I knew he was beyond capable of sniffing the life out of Andrew. The punches he threw at Andrew were of professional boxing level and I knew just a punch at me would immediately take my life away.
As much as Andrew might have been a d**k, I didn't want him dead. Besides, my eyes wasn't really hurting anymore.
Sighing, I tried not to think too much about Andrew as I took my eyes off the night infested road. I looked at Ricardo and I didn't miss how he kept running his hand through his laps. He looked nervous, and I wondered wh
