seventy- three

KIARA'S POV

I starred at the card and more cautiously at the man who gave it to me as he was moving out . He stopped in front of a black tinted glass ride. Mere looking at it will tell you that it's worth thousands of dollars or even millions. It was dark better than the one Mateo got me which I sold for ninety - five thousand dollars. His door was closed by his driver once he entered the passenger's seat. And the car zoomed off at a normal speed.

The card in my hand looked so genuine and the name on it sounded so familiar. Brinn's cucina, unfortunately I can't recall where I heard the brand name.

I went inside to my little apartment and sat on the mattress which was the only possession I could manage to buy when I got to California.

My ticket from Italy to the US took almost half of the money I raised from the sell of my car. Not like I didn't have more to rent a better apartment, I had open a savings account in the bank for Dan. I wouldn't want him to be denied if every privileges