GINEVRA
I had spent hours on the road since Ricardo decided to drive me all the way to the outskirts of the city and dump me there. I was satisfied that Raul's plan to keep Ricardo distracted had worked out, but one thing which had bothered me was the man Ricardo had killed.
Why was he dressed like Raul?
Why did he look like Raul?
Had Raul hired a double?
Those were the questions which plagued my mind as I fiddled with my fingers.
The drive home was long, excruciating, and uncomfortably quiet.
My body and pussy were sore, I was tipsy, and the glare Ricardo's soldier who was assigned with the duty of driving me back to my estate, had unnerved me.
I could easily trust Ricardo with my life, but anyone who worked for the Sanchez's appeared to me as danger and I could never overlook it—especially tonight, considering that I had no means of communicating with anyone.