ANGELICA'S SCRIPT

Brown sat in his seat and crossed his legs while staring with a satisfied smile. His four bodyguards stood right behind his chair with Don seated close to him.

I smiled and stretched my hands to hug Reggie, but Angelica stopped me. She caught my hands and brought them down.

Reggie swallowed hard, as he didn't like what she just did.

I felt embarrassed. What did she do that for? And why wasn't Reggie excited to see me?

I mean, I was held captive for a week. He, of all people, should be glad to see me. We have been apart and I miss him so much.

I bit my lower lip and turned to Angelica with a stony stare. "I'd excuse what you just did…. But I promise you'd regret it if you try to stop me again." My voice was loud enough for her sick brain to comprehend.

Just while I tried to get into my husband's arms, she pushed me aside and took Reggie to the stage.

Everything happened too fast. There was no time for me to process everything.

"Good evening ladies and gentlemen–" Angelica called their