"What'd you do?" I ask Dro as I got into the all black SUV.

"When you first see someone, you greet them," he said while typing on his phone.

"How'd you make it look like a suicide?" I asked again, ignoring his lesson on mannerisms.

"Doesn't matter, just go along with it and shut up," Dro looked at me and I wanted to hug him. A huge smile grew on my face as I thought about me not having to go to prison.

"Thank you," I said and then sat back in the seat.

"Here," he handed me a sleek black phone. "That shitty ass phone won't allow me to have certain access to you, this iPhone will," I stared at the phone and then sighed. I played with it for a little while then dropped it in my pocket.

"Is this only for business?" I asked.

"No, it's your phone," Dro said and then the SUV stopped. "Why'd we stop?" He asked. There was no answer. I looked to the front to see the driver slumped over.

"Mr. Columbo he's either dead or unconscious," I panicked.

"Here," he handed me a cold gun and I panicked. I don't want to have to do this again. "Get down and stay right there until I tell you so, I don't care how much trouble I'm in. Stay down, okay?" I nodded and we waited for a while.

Next thing you know, I hear gunshots and tires squealing. "Alessandro," someone sang. Something scraped against the car and I remained ducked down.

"Call Reno," Dro whispered to me then got up and got out of the car. What the hell is he doing?

The phone rang and Reno's deep voice answered. "We need help," I quickly said then hung up. How is he supposed to find me? I can't give him my location because I don't know where I am.

"You still look so beautiful," I heard a female voice say. Dro didn't say anything except chuckle.

"What do you want Clara?" His thick accent rolled off of every word. I felt the iPhone vibrate in my pocket, I took it out to see Reno's name already saved in it.

He texted me saying, "Send location," I looked at the phone with confusion written on my face. I have no idea how to do that. I played with it and soon saw 'send current location'. I clicked on it and it sent to him. I'm used to my cheap MetroPCS phone, not this new and advanced phone.

"You know what I want," the lady said. "You killed my husband and now there's word that you were involved with my godsons murder," her tone of voice changed. Godsons murder? Murdered her husband?

"Andre Rodriguez is your godson?" Dro laughed. "I didn't kill him, either crack did or he did it himself,"

"You expect me to believe that? Alessandro-"

"Don't call me that," his voice sounded harsh.

"Alessandro," she continued. "I feel like you have it out for me,"

"I have it out for you? Bitch, your husband had it coming, and that godson of yours? Looks beautiful cold," Dro teased. I heard clicking, which sounded like guns. "Go ahead and shoot me, I have nothing to live for,"

"I made sure of it, the girl was a beauty," I heard Clara say before gunshots went off. It went on for about three minutes and all I can think about is if Dro is okay. I remained hidden because that's what I was instructed but I really want to go check on him.

"Took you long enough," I heard Dro say.

"Sorry boss," Reno's deep voice added in. "Where's the girl?"

I started smelling thick gasoline and I got up because the smell was intoxicating. I began coughing, harshly. I soon felt blood come up my throat as smoke clouded my vision. Is this car burning? I tried to open the door but it remained locked. I kicked the door multiple times but it didn't bulge. I tried the window but that didn't work either, are these windows bullet proof?

I can no longer hear their voices. I took my phones and put them in my pocket then took off my top to put it over my nose. I had the gun Dro gave me and began shooting the ceiling until holes showed. I tried kicking but that didn't work so I used the gun and broke open a little hole. A thud on the SUV made me panic.

"Move Grace," Reno instructed and I did. He began kicking down the ceiling. I couldn't watch anymore with the smoke and fire engulfing the trunk, around me.

*

*

"She's going to be alright, she was smart enough to filter the smoke but it still messes with her a little but trust me," I heard. I moved around to get a feel of where I am.

I opened my eyes but blinking took over my vision as my eyes adjusted to the light. "What's your name?"

"Grace," I muttered, my throat burns.

"Grace what?" I heard again. My vision finally adjusted for me to see the doctor.

"Grace Smith, I know the procedure," I told him then sat up. "I'm 24 with a three year old son and I murdered someone," I sarcastically smiled. I heard Reno chuckle.

"Did you kill someone today?" The doctor asked.

"No, I almost died," my eyes narrowed at Dro. "Right Alessandro?"

He slowly walked up to me but when he did, he put his hands around my throat. "Mr. Columbo," he let go of my throat and went upstairs.

"Sorry for that, he's upset that you were even put in that position," Reno said.

"He doesn't care," I told him.

Reno snorted. "Trust me," he muttered then went upstairs too.

"I'm going to give you some tea and surprisingly, you should be good. No burn marks," Dr. Velez said and I nodded. He went upstairs too and I was down here all alone.

"If it isn't the beautiful Grace," an English accent made me pout.

"Last time I saw you, you drugged me," I folded my arms as Tarzan came into view. His big smile made me smile back at him. He took of his coat while his tongue ran under his teeth.

"I said sorry," he smoothly said. "I heard you have a new phone, it'd be best to put my number in it,"

"You think your smooth?" I asked him with a laugh.

"I know I am," he held up my new phone and I have no idea where he got it from. "Here," he handed me the phone back.

"I don't know how to use this phone," I confessed.

"I'll help," he smiled at me and began showing me how to set up my fingerprint password and everything that the phone entails. The first thing I downloaded is WhatsApp so I can text me sister my new number.

"Thank you," I smiled at him. He nodded and excused himself. After a few minutes my phone rang but it showed my face. FaceTime, I know this much.

"Ah who buy yuh big phone?" My sister asked and I laughed.

"Renee let me speak to my baby," I said and she looked up from her phone and began calling Rico's name.

"Yes auntie?" He asked and his accent has developed so much.

"Your mommy is on the phone," she told him and he practically snatched her phone from her.

"Mommy?" My little boy is golden brown now and his curly hair is an Afro.

"Rico," I smiled. "How's mommy's baby?" I asked.

"I miss you," he pouted and his little accent is so cute on him.

"Well it doesn't matter now, she's dead," I told my grandfather. He nodded and waved his hand for me to get out.

"I'd like to take a bubble bath so go," he laughed and I shook my head but left the room.

"Dro!" The sound of my best friends voice made me chuckle.

"Tarzan of the fucking jungle," I smiled at him. "How was the trip?"

"They're eliminated," he nodded. I patted his back and punched his shoulder.

"Later let's get some drinks," I offered.

Tarzan looked at me with an eyebrow raised. "It's been years since you've offered drinks, who's changing you?"

"Why would someone be changing me, I'm still single," I said.

"Yeah, single but you like someone," he looked at me hard in the eyes and I wish he didn't do that because he knows me too damn well. "It's the beautiful, golden chocolate woman downstairs isn't it?" He asked after a while. I tried to fight the smile on my face but I couldn't. I think Grace is beautiful and I feel the need to protect her but I'm not sure if I have any feelings for her.

"I don't like Grace," I laughed. A gesture that I haven't done in a while.

"Look at you! Laughing with your eyes all wrinkled! It's alright to like her," Tarzan teased. Now he sounds like my grandfather.

"Whatever! I'm going to check on her," I need to apologize for putting my hand around her throat. I'm nothing like her dead boyfriend, I just don't know how to act under pressure and this is the first time she's ever gotten hurt because of me, I felt bad. Emotions aren't something you can show in my field, not even anger. So this is new to me.

I walked to the entrance for the basement and got halfway down the steps before I heard her talking.

"Rico! How's mommy's baby?" She asked and a little boy with an accent answered her.

"I miss you," he said. "When are you coming to see me?"

"Soon," her voice cracked. "I miss you too and I love you,"

"Mommy don't cry," the little boy said and I wanted to give her a big Italian hug but I don't want to interrupt. "I love you more,"

"Not possible, baby. Not possible," she still sounded like she's crying. "Go and finish any homework you need to then play, I'll see you soon,"

"Okay mommy!" He said and then I heard a girl voice.

"Renee, when you coming up?" Grace's accent sounded so sexy.

"Should be next month," the girl answered. "I'm gonna need somewhere to stay,"

"I'll find a place, I can't go back to that apartment," Grace said.

"What happened to it?" Renee asked.

"Andre kill himself in deh," Grace stuck to the story.

"Mi poor sister!" Renee gasped. Renee is her sister?

"Shut up, you never liked him," Grace made a noise.

"Whatever," her sister answered. "I have to go but I love you,"

"Love you too," I heard the beep of FaceTime hanging up. "Where am I going to stay?"

"Grace," I called out and walked down the steps as if I wasn't standing there that whole time.

"Mr. Columbo," she greeted.

"No, don't call me that," I said and she raised an eyebrow. What's with everyone and their eyebrows?

"But you just choked me-"

"I'm really sorry for that. I honestly would never put my hands on a woman," I said. "Unless she wanted it," I smirked.

"Are you trigger happy?" Grace asked.

Now my eyebrows bunched together. "Why?"

"Because you apologized to me, you told me that I can call you by your first name, and I think you just flirted with me. You're never this happy," Grace said and I nodded.

"He's so happy because he likes you," That annoying English accent yelled from the stairs. I gave him the nastiest look ever and all the bastard did was smile.

"Tarzan, stop lying," Grace rolled her eyes. "I'm not exactly someone that people want,"

"You're crazy if you think that," Tarzan told her. She looked at me then at the floor.

"How about this," Tarzan started off and I want to kick him because it's going to be some annoying shit. "We're going out to drink, why don't you come?"

"I don't drink," Grace said quietly while still looking at the floor.

"Well after your boyfriend killed himself, it doesn't seem right that'd you'd be celebrating," Tarzan nodded. "What do you want to do?" He asked her.

"Go to Jamaica," she whispered but I have ears of a elephant and Tarzan has the eye of an eagle.

"Then lets go," I said. She looked up at me but didn't say anything.

"Tarzan make sure my plane is secure to the max, everyone is checked and ready to go. Also make sure we have authorization to land there. I'm taking her shopping," I gave Tarzan orders and he left.

"Shopping? Why?" Grace asked.

"You want to go to Jamaica in a hospital gown?" I asked and she laughed.

"I guess not. Are you really being so nice because you like me or because you heard my conversation and feel bad?" She asked and I'm busted.

"Grace," I sighed. "I'm not sure if I like you but I feel the need to protect you and make you happy, so go upstairs and shower while I go find something for you to wear," I helped her up and walked her up the stairs.

This is the second time that I'm entering Deena's room this week, usually I'd never set foot in here unless I really need to clear my head. I went for the closet and picked out a simple dress. I know it would've been loose on Deena, but Grace's body is on a whole different scale and it's going to suck onto her. It isn't my goal for that to happen but dresses are the only thing she can fit.

I walked back into the room that she stayed in previously and waited until she came out of the bathroom.

"Oh!" She jumped when she saw me. "Can you not do that? Bad memories,"

"Ok," I said and handed her the clothes.

"I don't have underwear," she said to me and I shrugged.

"On Halloween, you never wore underwear to the club," I pointed out and she shrugged. She slipped on the dress and dropped the towel. I guess she's wearing the same bra from earlier.

I just sat down as Dro walked around this enormous store, commanding the lady to pick things up. He told me to sit because I wasn't picking anything up. I've never been in a building for clothes this big. I didn't want to touch anything.

He went to the register with three employees, almost falling over with clothes and shoes and purses. "Why'd you get so much?"

"You need clothes," he simply said then swiped his card as the cashier bagged all of the items. "Lets go,"

"You don't know my size," I pointed out.

He eyed my body then smirked. "Tops are a small for you, bottoms are a large or a size 11 because of your ass," he bluntly stated. "Your bra size is probably a 32 B, underwear's are a large, again because of your ass and hips,"

"Shoe size?" I asked with amusement on my face.

"8," he began walking away and I laughed while following him.

"I don't need anymore clothes," I said.

"No but you need under garments and your son needs clothes," he said.

"Why do you assume that my son needs clothes?" I put my AND on my hip.

"Because he's living in a third world country and that piece of shit you were with harbored all of the money you could send down to him, now don't take offense. I'm trying to help," he handed the bags to the chauffeur and headed down the street.

"Can you slow down?" I asked. He stopped then turned around.

"Get in the car," he said and I followed his instructions. There's no point in asking questions because I know the field he's in. "Here," he handed me the card he used earlier.

"Aren't you coming?" I asked and he shook his head. He spoke in Italian to the chauffeur and then closed the door. "What'd he say?" I was ignored. I looked out the window but he was gone too. The SUV pulled away and headed towards more shopping areas.

*

*

"Tarzan where's Dro?" I asked as the same chauffeur from earlier helped me put luggage that I bought for the clothes, in the airplane. I went back to the big house and no one was there except the doctor, so I took the tags off of the clothes and packed them in the new luggage.

Rico got a lot of toys for clothes along with shoes but I don't feel comfortable with all these items because I've never had a man buy me anything. Always has been me, this isn't something that I grew up with. Never had a father around to spoil me, I spoiled myself. When I see Dro, I'll have to tell him that this is the last time he can buy me or my son things.

"Tarzan, why aren't you answering me?" I asked. He gave me a look and then helped me up the stairs.

"Finally your hands are manicured," he commented and then sized my outfit. "And you look like an actual person," I looked down at the jeans and tank top, I have on. "And your toes," he smiled at my feet in sandals.

"Thank you," I rolled my eyes. "The way he walked away, suggested-"

"I'm right here," I heard his voice from behind me. I turned around and gave him a glare. He wore sunglasses and an all black suit. He muttered to Tarzan in Italian and Tarzan nodded. He left without saying good bye.

"You look... nice," Dro said and sat down.

"You can't do that again," I said.

"I was handling-"

"No, you can't spend all that money on me. I don't feel comfortable with it. I feel cheap and nasty, I don't know why but I do," I confessed and he nodded.

"Quando sei il mio, io vi vizierà," he said in his native tongue.

"I don't know what you said but I'm guessing you're agreeing with me," I sat in the row across from him. He smiled then pulled out his phone. It just dawned on me that he has a private plane and in two hours, I'll be seeing my son. Why is he being so nice to me? No one can have a change of heart that quickly.