Celine's POV
We arrived first at 'The Damiens' hotel at Lasport. The bodyguards took our luggage out of the trunk and proceeded into the hotel.
I wondered why none had come to open the car's door, like they do, so I decided to do it myself.
"You are going with me to the depot, so don't bother opening the door. Besides, you were so curious last night, I might as well satisfy your curiosity this once," he said, never glancing towards me.
When the guards were done unpacking the luggage from the drunk, the car drove off.
Panic and anxiety rose within me; my guts told me that the place we were heading to was dangerous.
I wanted to plead with him not to hurt me, but I have learned from past experiences with Mr Klein that pleas actually fall on deaf ears.
The driver continued driving fast until we reached the location. It wasn't as I expected, I thought to see men hanging around the place with guns in their hands, and ladies walking around slightly naked with a blunt to their lip.
