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McKayla
The weekend was almost here, and this was the last day I would try to meet with Rory and go over any notes. I thought it would be easier if I met him at the office rather than his home, so there would be less trouble with Savio. He put me in another bulletproof, black-tinted Range Rover with additional guards driving alongside and behind us. For the first time ever, I understood where he was coming from.
“s**t!” the guard said.
“What’s wrong?” I looked out the back window.
I was praying it wasn’t another shootout.
“Don’t say anything.”
“Call Enzo,” I told him.
“I can handle this,” Agosto said.
He was brought in as additional security from what Savio talked about.
“Maybe we should call Savio.”
“Boss doesn’t need to worry about this,” Agosto explained.
The window rolle
