She was yet to discover what led her to join Rodriguez in his Austin Martin car, and where they were headed.

“You look worried,” Rodriguez said, curling his lips once in a while and pondering if the looks on her face was for him or her offender.

Ken had turned to be a torn in her flesh. Ken, the once ever caring, respectful, understating lover that sang to her ears he was going to make her his Juliet, the woman of his essence, had cultured the guts to return home without her. ...