Sara
"Oh good, you’re awake," called out a soft voice to my left.
I blinked my eyes open and, much to my surprise, found myself in a bedroom. It had a Mexican Villa theme with coral pink-toned furniture.
As I continued to look around I saw a man sitting in a chair about five feet from the bed I was lying in. He looked like he’d just walked in from some tropical adventure in his khaki outfit. His sandy hair was falling into his focused and concerned eyes.
"How are you feeling?"
"Confused, sore, f*****g pissed off. Antonio Marino, I assume?" I answered in a snarky tone. He gave a slight smirk. He pushed off from his elbows and sat back in the chair.
"I’m assuming you’ve heard some things about me?" he asked, wrapping his fingers back behind his head.
I scoffed at him and continu
