Josephine
Victor came up with a plan that we disperse some of our men so that Sophia won’t be suspicious of them when they begin to trail their car.
Dressed in white leather pants and a white turtle neck sweater, complimented with black boots, I walked into the living room. Men loitered around discussing and making random jokes. I think this is their way of trying to ignore the fact that not all of them will make it home.
Victor lost two of his men during my rescue. They men died on the way to the hospital which Victor trusted to keep their mouth shut. Everybody behaved like it didn’t happen, and today, here we are again, embarking on a more dangerous journey.
“Have you received a call from Sophia?” I asked Jacqueline as I occupied the empty single sofa.
“Yes. She’s thirty minutes a
