I feel warmth. I was cold before because my dress is a backless, sleeveless piece, the atmosphere is not hot neither is it cold as f**k it is just cool enough.
I didn’t realize that I was cold before. He is holding me, touching me and making me feel warm. I feel the heat race through my arms all the way to my head and to the pads of my feet.
He drags me along behind him. His men follow closely behind us. One is standing in front of him and people clear from the path when they see us pass. it is only Isaiah that catches my eyes. His eyes go from my face to the hand holding me and back to Sergio’s face. He takes a step towards us and I shake my head at him. no.
I signal at him not to come here. The last thing I want it blood on my hands if Sergio gets mad in here and I really want to leav
