“Are you crazy!” I take the food and toss it in the trash bin.
“Fuck, what a waste,” Val says, pouting.
“Bitch I need you to focus. He got in,AGAIN, and I was wide awake all night. I didn’t hear a fucking thing.” I start to pace in my agitation.
“How? And why! Why is he doing this? Who the fuck his he?” My voice grows as I talk until I’m yelling so loud someone comes and bangs on our door telling me to shut the fuck up.
“I can’t be here,” I march my ass into my room and start pulling clothes out of the closet.
“Gen, listen to me. You can not live your life in constant fear. That is not living. Don’t run home because of this asshole.” I stop short and glare at her.
“You think I’m worried about me? Val, he could have hurt you! This place is going to be crawling with people this weekend. I can’t chance it.” I leave out an outfit to wear and zip up my bag.
“Fine. Go home and talk to Uncle Alfie. Let him ease your mind and give you new guards. Then come back for the party.” She passes me my phone, and I call Alfie’s driver.
After several rings and no one answers, I hang up and try Alfie, but I get the same result.
“No one is answering. And no, I am not calling Marco again.” She rolls her eyes and pulls up a rideshare app on her phone.
“I’ll get you a ride. But I expect you back after dinner.” I chew on my thumbnail as she schedules the ride.
“Are you sure these are safe?” I ask as we head downstairs.
“You really are sheltered. Yes, they are. You’ve got your gun, right?” A couple of other girls are finally up and cleaning for the party, when they all heard Val ask me that question.
“Seriously?” I hiss at her but nod so only she can see.
“You’ll be fine. I have the driver’s info, and I can track you. If anything goes wrong, I’ll know. Oh, look, there he is.” She points to a black luxury car.
The driver gets out, and from what I can see of him, he’s cute.
The chauffeur hat and dark sunglasses lend a mystery to him that I can help but compare to my mystery biker. Fuck, do I have a type?
“Ms. Torelli,” He says in greeting before opening my door.
“Thank you.” I hand him my bag and get into the back seat.
“Love ya,” I whisper to Val before my door closes.
The car is comfortable, clean, and smells of men’s cologne. I take a few deep breaths to calm myself. The trunk closes softly, and then the driver is behind the wheel and maneuvering the vehicle with precision.
He gives off an air of confidence, and I relax.
We hit traffic almost immediately, and I groan, knowing this trip is going to be extra long.
“Would you like to listen to music, Ma’am?” So polite and considerate.
“No, thank you. Would you?” He lets out a masculine chuckle that curls my toes.
“No, I work for you for the next three hours at least.” I smile and look out the window.
“Whatever it is, you’re going to be okay.” His words straddle me.
“I beg your pardon?” I couldn’t have heard him right.
He knows nothing about me.
“No, it is I who should beg yours. It wasn’t my place to comment. But you look lost and anxious, like you’re going to go face a problem you’re not sure you can tackle. I wanted you to know it was okay.” How fucking sweet of him.
