CHAPTER 105

NANCY.

Juan Finol's push prevented my body from lying, catastrophically, on the pavement in front of my restaurant.

Both of us, escort and I, fell to the ground. And in a matter of seconds, a couple of men belonging to the restaurant's security and part of Finol Sr.'s crew, fell on top of the guy like hungry gazelles making his escape impossible.

"Nancy, are you okay? Nancy, hey, are you okay?!"

I was trembling, my heart was beating fast, and I felt dazed.

I looked at the person who wanted to kill me, I wanted to see his face, something that the hood of the sweater made impossible for me.

But face down, hands tied behind his back, I could not see him.

Then, I focused my gaze on Juan. He looked dismayed, waiting for an answer from me.

I held his forearms tightly, he kept caressing my face trying to revive me.

"Am I hurt?" was what my lips said, but it was not what I wanted to say. I wanted to say a thousand things and that's all that came out.

He quickly checked my body. He shook his h