THE TRUE COLORS OF ROSA
Jack brought out a black suitcase from the wardrobe, angrily putting his clothes inside the box. He wasn't thinking, he was only acting on his fury. The blood flowing through his veins were filled with unrefined rage, he was mad with undulating anger.
Roberto inhaled hotly, scratching his hair in frustration. Jack was acting on impulse and that would get him killed, "You can't be serious, how can you be leaving now, Jack," Roberto said, taking the suitcase from Jack's hand, "you can't leave till we find a solution."
"Solution!" He sneered, laughing at Roberto's, "the only solution to this madness is for me to go back to Capitol city, it's high time I hire bodyguards."
Roberto scoffed, "how foolish, El hermano! You think hiring bodyguards will help, I don't think you know Ghost. They are called Ghost for a reason. They shouldn't be pla...."
