XIMENA
Angelo pulls me up on his shoulder like a sack of potatoes while I kick and scream like crazy, no matter that I show my small underwear. I yell to my bodyguards to help me, and apparently they are stuck with a piece of blood sausage because they remain motionless looking at the floor.
“Let me go, Angelo; don't be bold,” I demand when he puts me down to try to push me into his car.
“Please behave; you've embarrassed me enough tonight,” he mutters to me, clenching his fists, and this doesn't stop me from yelling at him.
“Hit me, that's all you're missing, you filthy pig; I knew you were hiding your true personality.” His look transformed as if he were possessed, and he grabbed me by my waist and pulled me into the car.