35. Precious cargo II

Anastasia...

I was seated in the bedroom, rubbing the palms of my hands nervously. The guys were out preparing the plan while I was waiting to be smuggled out.

King's plan sounded so easy and doable, but would it really be?

I was currently in his black scrubs and my own socks. My suitcases were currently in Ronaldo's room.

So, turns out, I was going to disappear with Valentino. They were going to make it seem as if he was the one leaving the building as he dragged out my suitcases as his own, while I was hidden.

I prayed the plan worked out and I prayed that wherever I went, I was going to be safe. I sighed aloud and stood up for the umpteenth time and started pacing around.

It was already dark outside, causing me to become more anxious about the plan. The door opened and I turned around to see King hovering underneath the door frame. He looked a bit tense but also as if he was trying to hide that fact.

" It's time," he said and I nodded.