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I narrow my eyes on her. “Are you hungry?”
“A little,” she admits. “I left the party before I got a chance to eat anything.”
I’ve never been concerned with someone else’s hunger before, until now. And now I know I need to feed my girl.
“Burgers or tacos?”
“What?”
“Do you want a burger or some tacos?” I repeat. “I could eat too, and there’s not much at the house.”
“I like any––” She starts but I flex my fingers around hers, making her sigh. “Tacos.”
Confident that no one has been following us, I take the next turn and we make a short detour.
When I turn into the parking lot, aiming for the drive-thru, Payton snickers.
“What?” I ask.
She shakes her head. “I don’t know why it’s funny. I just wouldn’t’ve pictured you eating here.”
I hit the button to roll down my window. “If I decide I’mtoo goodfor Taco Bell, put a bullet in my brain and end my misery.”
A twinge of pain on my wrist has me jerking my arm away from Payton. “What the––”
She’s glaring at me.
“Did you just pull out one of my arm hairs?” I ask in disbelief.
“Don’t joke about dying.” She sounds so serious; I know I shouldn’t smile.
But I can’t help it.
When she reaches for my wrist again, I lean away. “Alright, alright!” I put my hands up then gesture to the menu board ahead of us. “You know what you want?”
CHAPTER63
Payton
With a warm bagof fast-food tacos on my lap, I watch, mouth agape, as Nero pulls through a gate that looks like it belongs in front of a castle.
We’re only about ten minutes outside of the city, but it might as well be a whole different world.
I’ve only gotten glimpses of the gigantic houses as we pass, since it’s dark out and the driveways look like they’re all a mile long, Nero’s being no exception.
The gate rolls closed behind us automatically, but I don’t miss the two men standing nearby.
On the first phone call Nero made when we left my apartment, he said something about “a full perimeter”. I assumed this had something to do with security, so I’m not surprised to see more men walking around the property as we approach the house.
Not house.Mansion.
Nero’s home looms out of the dark before us. It’s two stories, approximately the width of my entire apartment building, with a front door that looks wide enough to drive through. The entire thing is surrounded with meticulous landscaping, illuminated by those ground lights that dramatically shadow the impressive architecture.
It’s beautiful.
I open my mouth to say as much when a man walks past the front door, with a large four-legged beast next to him.
“You have a dog?!” I practically shout with my excitement.
