"You look like your maid when you do that."
Margaux bit her lips to muffle a cuss. They were driving back to the villa, and she had been neck-deep in thoughts for a while. She wasn't in a mood for jokes. More so, the things she witnessed a few hours ago.
'Fake IDs?' Her teeth sunk on her lips harder. She couldn't care less about the iron-like taste that slowly spread in her mouth. Something was definitely not right about what was going on, and it wasn't just numbing her – it was utterly dumbing her too. 'Who the hell carries fake IDs and a gun in his jacket.'
"Listen to this, cara. If our first baby's born looking like it ate fungus for breakfast. You are going to pay me big time."
"Can't you just shut up?" Her roar shook the whole car, effectively making Rome turn to her with a hint o
