Claim by the Don
One the colourful tattoo guy and the other I haven't seen before.
“Donna, you are awake.” The colour tattoo guy spoke, I made a cringing face when he called me that, for some reason, I find it unsettling.
“Yes, I am. And please, my name is Zoey.” I correct, “Where is Marco?” I inquired of them. I don't know why I'm looking for him, but the fact is that I did, and it makes it look as if I care about him.
I do care about him, but I won't admit that out loud. Considering that, I am trying to figure out my life and move on.
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