Basilio couldn't shake the feeling that those damn men lied to his men. He knows when assholes are following him. “They were definitely following me.” He looks in the rear-view mirror but only sees his men behind him.
Nuala sings while listening to music and is in a world of her own. Basilio touches her thigh. “The check your sister wrote for your tuition. I have a friend who works at a bank. He’ll set you up an account with it. That way, Charlbi will think the school received it."
“Okay,” she starts back singing.
Basilio smirks, thinking, “Money that I’ll have control of.” He stops in front of her house and kisses her forehead. “Don’t come outside. I’ll see you tomorrow. I love you.”
She reaches for her bags. “Okay, I love you, too.”
He watches her until she's in the house. Basi
