I dropped her bag, but a part of me felt the urge to check it again.

I opened the purse again, and when I checked the first layer, I frowned.

Hidden in her purse was the passport that Tiffany accused me of stealing.

"Bitch," I cussed and slipped the passport into my pocket.

I walked closer to both of them and dragged Gladys up. She was stinking from too much alcohol, and I couldn't stop her from whining.

I sighed at the thought of things going wrong. If Massimo ever got hold of us, he ...