The start of a crazy night

I’m supposed to try to make Carlos of me? The man had his hands wrapped around my throat and tried to squeeze life out of me and I’m supposed to be nice?

“That’s sick Coco. I want nothing to do with him.”

“You have no choice on this Rayna. It’s your only way to be free.”

“Tell me, Coco. Do you think Carlos might ever let me go back to Mexico?” She didn’t need to answer that because the answer was obvious. I was stuck with a sick man. I had thought Dante was a Psychopath but looks like the world has tons of them walking around free and rich.

I had no intention of obeying Coco and I didn’t hide it.

I didn’t deserve to be here; I had a family across the sea in Mexico City that was worried about me. At this rate, I’ll hate Carlos instead of liking him.

Coco left when she saw how Adamant I was. I didn’t care. I wasn’t going to let Carlos win. I was good now. I didn’t want to see his face.

I didn’t live like this even in my father’s house. Life was tough and boring but not miserable.

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