The world revolves around POWER.
Power brings the money.
Power brings the respect.
Power brings the control.
Power owns the people.
Dario Romano may have escaped death yet again but he is far from the clear. A blood war is on the horizon between th...
"You can sit here and try to wrap your head around this or we can get out of here."
"We? I don't even know you. Why would I go anywhere with you?"
"Um let me see genius because you just killed a woman in that alley. No doubt the cops are going to be swarming the area soon enough. Are you trying to go to jail?"
"I didn't even know that woman, she attacked me! Hell, I don't even know you." I swapped her hand away.
"Well excuse me princess but nobody gives a shit. You killed a woman and it didn't look like self defense if I'm being honest." She shrugged. Did she witness the entire thing?
"Were you following me?"
"Por Dios, ¿no eres tú el engreído? Don't flatter yourself honey, I was minding my business from across the street when I saw you run by." (For God's sake, aren't you the cocky one?)
"And you just decided to stay and watch the show then follow me into the church?"
"Yeah I guess so. Now c'mon we need to leave NOW." She practically dragged me out the damn church.
"You don't even know me why are you willing to help me anyway? Why not just call the cops on me?"
"Are you kidding? It'll be like watching myself get arrested, no thank you. I'm taking a leap of faith here and hoping that you aren't some sicko that I should be weary of. I don't feel like fighting for my life right now." She seems like... a lot honestly.
"Where the hell are we even going?"
"Someplace safe." She entered a beat down car and started the engine. Who could blame me for trusting a woman with the same face as me? I followed her into the car and she took off.
"Is this your home?" It was a nice house. The car didn't exactly match it though.
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"I wish. I'm house sitting." She explained as we entered the place.
"So where do you live?"
"In Mexico with the family."
"You're a Latina." I mean I heard her speak Spanish but that doesn't mean anything. Hell, I can speak spanish. "Wait, you said...the family?"
"Yeah I suggest we both have a sit. You want anything to drink, a beer, whiskey, anything?" What happened to plain old water?
"Uh no thanks, I'm good but give me a minute. I need to let someone know that I'll be coming home late."
"Hmm the boyfriend?"
"No. Give me a second." I excused myself and called Luca explaining briefly with as little detail as possible that I would be back late and that I would send him my location when I'm ready to get back to the hotel.
