Annie’s pov:

Annie’s pov:

Please drop this off in the car as well.

Vee said as she handed the blond woman who is probably in her early thirties, maybe thirty-three or two.

Why does she look familiar to me, I thought to myself as I handed her the bags, still contemplating on why her face looks familiar to me.

“¿Disculpe, señora? (Excuse me ma’am)” I said to the lady as she was about leaving.

Smoke and mirrors, I knew it and I don’t trust it.

I couldn’t trust my father on anything about my freedom.

Some Mexican spy to tail me? I scoffed as I stare at the woman fidgeting in front of me.

“Let me guess, mi padre o mi abuela?” I questioned the woman.

“Your father miss”. She said with her head looking down her feet.

“Bebe!”

“I’m coming, sweet pea”

“Now, you listen to me,” I stated in a husky voice. “ I want you to report back to my father, telling him that I’m doing more than good, and I’m not in any sort of danger, or do I look like I’m In one.?”

“No ma’am.”

“So you should report