Rita hurried out of the house taking a taxi to the garage where JBoss had her car. She kept cursing on how stupid she could have been not throwing the face towel she had used to wipe Milka's blood off her hands and off the gun. Her head was pounding and she couldn't help but think of how disastrous it was going to be had JBoss reported to the cops about the incident she had very much tried to keep on the low.
"Hurry!" She shouted at the driver who sped up thinking it was a case of an emergency. Rita was nervous through out the ride and it was evident on her face. What had she gotten herself into all in the name of fighting for her marriage.
She clinched to her purse tightly debating in her mind how she was going to take care of JBoss if he refused to cooperate with her. She was definitel
