By the time the car pulls up to the house, Ophelia's bag is empty and my stomach is full of all the unhealthy s**t Federico force-fed me. If we were alone I would have stabbed him with the knife in my hands. Only a fool would sleep without a weapon. He entered my room after I'd just woken up and was contemplating whether to come with him or not. So I grabbed the knife under my pillow on instinct but I didn't expect him to carry me out. He's a savage dressed in a three-piece suit.
"Where are we?"
"Somewhere nice" he replies as the door on his side is opened. His driver peeks inside.
"Uhh, do I want to know?" Manno asks his eyes shifting between us.
"Know what?"
"Got it. Ma'am, you look like you had fun" I think he's talking to me and a reply is on the tip of my tongue but he close
