Amy
Five hours and twenty-three minutes, that's exactly how long it took us to get to Madrid from Amsterdam. I have a bad feeling something bad had gone down after we left and got on a flight to Madrid. The city of Spain is huge. I've never once been here, even though we have been on holiday. I've never set foot in Madrid, so it's safe to say that no one here will recognize me. Hopefully, no one will recognize Beau as there is the Spanish Mafia to worry about. Not sure who exactly their boss is but hey let's hope and pray to God we don't want to come face to face with him.
“Is everything okay Amy?”
“Fine, just thinking.”
“Do too much of that, your head will hurt!” he cracked, smiling.
I gave him a death glare. His smile faded.
“Okay, maybe not.” he stared at……
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