ISABELLA

ISABELLA

SPAIN 17: 30

TWO DAYS AFTER

There was only one thing I could do and that was keep shut about the whole matter. It had been two days since the dinner evening and three since Agosti and I met and I have been walking on egg shells wondering as to when he would change his mind about keeping quiet and tell on me.

Maybe call my father in the middle of the night and inform him of my exploits in Las Vegas.

I could still hear his growl in my ear and each night when I went to sleep, I could feel his palm caressing me… his fingers digging deep into my pussy.

I turned in my bed, sighing.

What did I know about him anyways except for the things I had gotten from the media about his involvement with the Spanish mafia. It was said that he supplied them ammunition and sometimes helped them move some of their drugs.

I liked to think that one did not rely on rumors which could basically be all false but for someone like Agosti, I liked to think everything said about him was true but could not