You're my wife

Laura, this is Marcell Guerra and Cash Vitale.”

She held her hand up in greeting. They were his other two friends. She had seen them at the wedding, but they hadn’t been introduced.

They left the strip club out the back entrance, where a car was already waiting for them. Saya and Marcell took the front seat while she sat in the middle between Johannes and Cash.

She stayed tense. No one spoke on the journey, and she wanted to be near a window just so she could look out. To see the city passing her by, and not to be afraid of anything.

She hated feeling fear. The spiraling twist in her gut was not a welcoming feeling. She wanted it to stop.

“Are you okay?” Saya asked, filling the silence.

“I’m fine. Thank you.”

“You must be scared,” Marcell said.

She shrugged and then leaned her head back, closing her eyes and enjoying the hum of the car.

“Is she asleep?” Cash asked beside her.

“No,” she said. “I won’t be able to sleep tonight.”

She hadn’t been able to sleep the night of the break-in ei