Zoey p.o.v
We've been on the road for a few minutes now, and I'm curious to know where exactly it is we are going to.
“So, where are we going to exactly?” I broke the silence, as I adjusted slightly in Marco's arms to get a look at his face.
His large arm was around my waist like a ring, trapping me.
“A brothel.” He replied distinctively, his focus wasn't on me, it was on something else or better said someone else.
A specific Angela.
He was so tense, and restless.
“Yes, I knew that.” I heard his buddy telling him that at the hospital. “like is it some kind of mafia slang or an actual brothel?”
“A brothel as in a real brothel where prostitutes get paid to have s*x with a client.” At his response, I fell silent for a while.
“Oh! I didn't know you had one of those, strip club
