Chapter 22

Karen's POV:

I walked into the living room after changing up. Angelo was texting with his phone, looking outside the window. As I scanned him, I saw a gun in his back pocket.

Calm down, Karen. He has had the gun the whole while you've been here and he hasn't shot you, yet.

"Are you ready to go?" He asked, looking at my clothes.

"This is all I have to wear."

"You're okay."

"I can't walk around town wearing a man's shirt," I glared.

"No, I don't suppose you can love. We will stop at a clothes store on the way and get you some new clothes," He said with a smirk on his face.

We didn't get the chance to even pack all the clothes I had picked the last time at the mall. He had insisted that there was no time for that. Perhaps, This could be another chance to escape.

"Don't be getting any ideas, Karen," He stared at me.