Chapter 2.41

Zoey p.o.v

We've been on the road for a few minutes now, and I'm curious to know where exactly it is we are going to.

“So, where are we going to exactly?” I broke the silence, as I adjusted slightly in Marco's arms to get a look at his face.

His large arm was around my waist like a ring, trapping me.

“A brothel.” He replied distinctively, his focus wasn't on me, it was on something else or better said someone else.

A specific Angela.

He was so tense, and restless.

“Yes, I knew that.” I heard his buddy telling him that at the hospital. “like is it some kind of mafia slang or an actual brothel?”

“A brothel as in a real brothel where prostitutes get paid to have sex with a client.” At his response, I fell silent for a while.

“Oh! I didn't know you had one of those, strip club that I'm aware of but a brothel?” I was baffled, disappointed even. But who am I to tell him what to do.

Before Marco could reply, the car rode to a stop in front of an old modern single - story building. Th