6 HOURS
Not long after Christian left, Ramiro and all the other people in the guest house had moved to the main house—and the entire mansion was surrounded by even more security.
This time it was not only on the inside but also on the outside. Every single person breathed in my neck, if I had to take a step to the left they were following me and even if I had to pee, they were still following me.
Even more annoying than the security would have to be Lita calling me every single second and having a nervous breakdown. It seemed like all she had done since I’d met her was cry.
All I could think of was Luis, and whether Christian had screwed me over or not, but deep down I knew he wouldn’t. He wasn’t like that.
The Lamberti’s holding Luis as a hostage was a scary thought which had often crossed my mind, and I knew that Christian made a deal not to hurt him—but being a hostage was not any different.
