CHAPTER 27: WHAT IF I SAY YES?

An hour later and Manny still isn't back. Where the fuck is he?

I pace around my apartment. The purple wallpaper peeling from the wall. The thick pink rug that my feet are buried on does little to comfort my anxiety. I sit on the only piece of furniture in the living area, a dark brown settee that I got at a flea market for sixty bucks, and I wait for Manny to return.

I shake my knees and bite my fingernails. What if someone mugged him? What if they stab him and leave him on the street to die?

Oh God!

I can't just sit here like this. I need to go find him.

I go to my underwear drawer and I take out my weapon. I check to see if it's good to go. The black SIG P369 fits perfectly in my hand.

I grab my jacket and throw it on. I walk back to the living room, and then I see the front door being slowly pushed open. I point my gun. Many women had been raped in this building and I will kill a perv before they rape me.

I hold my breath, and then I see Manny step through the door with his su