Chapter 22. Saving Zasha

"I should get you back home."

"You can go, I'm staying here a little while longer. Just tell my dad that I'm okay, that I'll be back tomorrow. He's still going to yell at me anyway, there's no point in getting yelled at earlier than necessary."

Darko looks at her, he could never understand how it felt to be privileged, aside from the money. A bastard child like him could never understand the love of a father. His mom did her best to raise him, but when she died because of a freak incident he was left an orphan and lived under the mercy of the mob boss who threatened him that he would throw him to the street if he told anyone that Darko was his bastard son.

"Unless you want to accompany me?" she winked at him and wrapped her arm to his shoulder and pull him down for a kiss.

"I could never get enough of you, and you know that." He whispered as he caresses her beautiful face and kisses her deeper while his hand rub her back and holds her body close to his.