Bab 29: Roaches

Billie Bob Jones

My fighting spirit had dwindled greatly as I stared out the window. My arms were folded across my chest as steam came out of my ears and nose. Who the hell did Benedito Pereira think he was to kidnap me? He must have never met anyone like me because I was about to give him a bitch slap of his life once this car stopped. 

He had not said a word to me as he drove me to lord knows where. I hated him. I hated his dumb face and dumb body. I specially hated this car that had assisted him in kidnapping me. Delilah must have still been standing there by the porch like a new born baby. What was the point of living with your best friend if they did nothing to help you in times of distress?

The car abruptly came to a stop to what looked like another mansion. How we got here I would never know? At least we were in a private location so no one could witness how I was about to murder him.