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Chapter 86
“Henry..” I say in awe and he chuckles.
“Here’s your drink, boo.” The bartender calls for my attention and I receive the drink from her.“What is this?” I ask her as I hold the glass of liquor in my hand. It is cold to the touch.“Stop asking questions and drink up.” Henry suggests and I ignore him. Those four shots of tequila would soon be kicking in, I’m sure of that.“Drink it and find out.” The bartender says with a smirk. She watches as I bring the glass to my lips, tentatively sipping some of the content from it.I feel heat rise in my mouth and throat as I swallow it and the bartender chuckles at my facial expression.It is actually not that bad, it has a sweetness but the alcohol content seems high.“Do you like it?” The bartender asks me.I take another sip before replying her. I’m starting to enjoy the slight burn when the drink goes down my throat.“It’s not bad.” I say and she smiles proudlyRelated chapters
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A light buzz sounds in my ear and I twist and turn on something that I think is a bed.My eyes flutter open and the first thing I see are the white ceilings.Where am I?I begin to look around and I soon realize that I am in a room. A strange sensation fills my body and I feel lightheaded.I try to sit up and I do so successfully. No one is in the room with me and I have a feeling that this is a hospital room.I made it clear to that guy, no hospitals!I am a fugitive and taking me to the hospital is basically the same as taking me directly to the police station.My identity would be uncovered without me even being conscious.“Oh, you’re awake.” A man enters the room and his voice startles me.I watch him carefully in case I have to fight my way out of here.“How are you feeling?” He asks me and I don’t answer. I only study him.He is wearing a formal white shirt, black trousers,
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