I didn't feel an iota of guilt as I left her apartment. I slammed the door and walked away gently. I got into the elevator thinking of so many things that could possibly go wrong.
When I got to the apartment, I tried to open it but it didn't open. I was shaking. Not for fear, but I wished I had done something worst to Gladys.
No wonder she have a grandma's name.
"Oh s**t," I blurted when I realized I locked the doors before leaving.
The thoughts of it made me expect Tiffany's outburst because not long after, she walked toward me with her hands in the air and her voice yelling.
Her voice was like a very loud pleasant music. No matter how much I wanted her to stop, I jjst felt I should let her bag a little.
"You know you can't keep locking me up like an animal Luciano! What the f**k do
