Mia’s pov
The bar smelled heavily of cigarettes and harsh rum. Collins held my hand tightly and pulled me through the crowd and into a secluded area demarcated by a worn out curtain.
“How on God’s earth do you even know a place like this Collins?” I pouted as my eyes scanned the place. Torn couches, stubs of smoked cigars, empty bottles of gin and other things I was too disgusted to look twice at.
“Just ignore the ambience, let’s just sit and talk. It’s the best place to hide away from the eyes of everyone..” he replied and I rolled my eyes.
“By everyone you mean Jonathan?”
Collins pulled out a pack of cigarettes from his pocket and handed me a stub.
“Your father and stepsisters too..” he replied and passed me the lighter.
We both sat in silence for a while, smoke rising in th
