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What if he didn’t even get on the boat… ship, or whatever the fuck it is.

What if he went back for me and I put myself on here?

My hands run through my hair in a panic.

Oh God, what the hell have I done?

For over an hour I pace back and forth with my heart beating hard.

He’s not on the ship.

I know he’s not on the ship. He would have come back to change for dinner for sure.

I start to feel sick about my decision. Nobody knows I am on here and he couldn’t find me in Bogota even if he was trying. If they know I am on here alone, it’s going to be open slaughter. But then… maybe not now that they know me. I know Angela and her boys would protect me.

Calm down, calm down. I walk into the bathroom and stare at the girl staring back at me. “What the hell have you fucking done?” I ask my reflection.

“I don’t know,” I answer.

“You idiot,” I mouth.

More importantly, what am I going to do now?

The key sounds in the door and I put my hands over my heart in relief.

He’s here. Thank God, he’s here.

I hear the keys put down on the drawers and I step into the room, his back is to me.

“Hello.”

He turns and his face drops. “Rosh?”

I smile hopefully. “It seems I missed the nautical life.”

His face falls. “What the fuck are you doing here?” He snarls.

“What?” I whisper, shocked by his venom.

“You can’t be on here! I docked the boat to get you to safety and you fucking came back?” He’s angry, furious, in fact.

“I missed you, too,” I whisper through my hurt.

He shakes his head. “This ship is about to become a fucking nightmare and I can’t protect you. I got you off this boat for that reason.” He growls.

“I came to protect you,” I whisper.

“What?” he screams. “I don’t need fucking protecting.”

“Y-yes, you do,” I stammer, trying to calm him down. “I forgot to tell you that I overheard Stucco planning with someone else to murder you.”

“What?” His face screws up as if not believing my story.

“It was the night that you went to Chelsea and I was so upset.”

“I didn’t go to fucking Chelsea,” he snaps. “Stop going on about Chelsea. You are pissing me off with it.”

“They are going to call a maintenance call in the middle of the night and push you overboard.”