Chapter 59: CHAPTER 59

CEDRIAN POV

Shit! American people really don't know how to mind their own business

“32 cresent,” a small voice brings me out of reality

“I beg your pardon???

“My address is 32 cresent," she replies.

I start texting uncle Philipe but then I remember Vincent, fucking blood Vincent Enzo, Enzo??? What kind of a stupid surname is that??? plus Uncle Philipe was also part of the lies, I should just head to work???

so instead of calling uncle Philipe I call a cab, and start heading off then I remember the gun??

“Zoe where is the gun??”

“You handed it to Mervin for safe keeping and he promised not to give it to Alexis. Was Alexis really going to kill Isabel??”

“Yes all thanks to you, what was Mervin doing at the club???” I ask confused.

“I failed to lose him and he tracked us at the club, you really had too many drinks??” she replies.

“Shit, fine, I will confirm that, look at the time I have to go to work and I'm already running late…..