<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-weight: bold"><span style="font-size: 150%; line-height: 116%;"><span style="color: #80FF80">Carlos Delgado</span></span></span></div><br/><br/><div style="text-align: center;"><a class="postlink" href="http://i1343.photobucket.com/albums/o793/Galvin_Fugazi/75418b36-82bd-4b2f-bdff-d44eb7e2deaf_zpsb78abdde.jpg">[ img ]</a></div><br/><br/><br/><div style="text-align: justify;">Carlos sighed again, Lea seemed to know pretty well that he might have come up with a hundred horror scenarios, if he didn't knew the truth. But somehow he got the feeling that he would find Sabrina in a place that had nothing to do with the villa she had been raised in. She had been spoiled at sixteen, she would be either a nightmare or a wreck at twenty-nine. Sometimes ignorance was a gift you shouldn't question. But now that he had thought about her, he had to know.<br/><br/><span style="color: #FF8000">"Well, I can look after her, after we solved those issues here. I don't need more troubles on my mind right now. We have already enough to solve, Lea. Will you work tonight?"</span><br/><br/>He knew that most likely she wouldn't, looking in her face was painful. Especially as he knew, that he had been the one. If she would work and any of her customers would learn that it had been him and he was at the club at that time, it would most likely end in a big brawl. But Carlos couldn't make it undone. He hoped he had not to use such measures in future. It was a narrow edge he was walking on in such situations. He could be tipped in both directions easily and he doubted that Lea would forgive him some more violent experience. Especially not if she was on the receiving end.</div>