CHAPTER ONE HUNDRED AND FIFTY-SIX
AUTHOR'S POV
"Where are we?" Roxanne asked in fear, eyeing the fancifully built hotel warily.
Everything about the environment seemed uncanny and she had to hold her seat belt tight to her body for fear of being kidnapped from her seat.
"We are at the bank," Tarella replied, swerving right, to the parking lot without at much sparing her a glance.
Roxanne humphed in doubt "What bank?" She asked, peering around through the car's tinted window to catch any resemblance to a bank.
"What do you mean by 'What bank? Didn't we agree to come to the bank to pull out the money to close your case of repeated fornication," Tarella didn't try to hide the harsh words.
