Corazon

Rachel

"Do you have your bags and passports??" Mrs Garcia asked, holding my hands as we sat at the back seat of her favorite vintage 1965 which she only used for special occasions like when she was invited to Washington to make a speech in a forum that had some of the world's most b important people.

"Mum...the vintage," I stared at the Mustang and she smiled proudly at it.

"If not That I would be tagged as a loco puta. I would have named her my third child, she's so beautiful, isn't she??" She said with a dreamy look in her eyes as she looked at the car shining in its glory from the light Cole's private hanger had. The place was empty and we had guards to extra survey the area before we alighted.

The place was huge as hell, the tarmacs to the runway lighting, it looked like a full mini airport and it was beautiful and there also happened to be a private restaurant just behind the huge garage that housed the plane.

The name was something I didn't bother to read as the food called my