CHAPTER 8
“What are you doing here Devon-sir?” I quickly corrected myself, tightening my crossed arms.
“I could be asking you the same,” He shrugged, peeking out at me from his seat.
“I live here,” I answered.
“You live here?” His gaze ran around the place then stopped back at me.
“Yeah, why do you seem so surprised?”
“I don’t know, you just don’t look like it. I mean this place is always crawling with thugs and even the cops can do nothing about it,” he shrugged.
“You just have to learn how to survive. What about you? What are you doing in this part of town?”
“Just driving around,”
“Just driving around? And you expect me to believe that?” I shook my head, chuckling.
“Maybe I could drive you home and probably explain to you why I’m here,” he leaned ove
