The gates opened after typing in the four-digit code to gain access. The familiar, short beep sounded immediately, and the car purred as it drove forward.
During the holidays, the neighborhood deathly resembled a post apocalypse area- barely anyone was home for sure.
So, imagine my surprise when I see a Range Rover parked beside my usual spot.
The car came to an abrupt halt, lunging my body out of the leather-clad seat.
"Nikki, what the hell?" I murmured annoyingly.
"There's mace in the glove compartment. I say we check it out before calling the police," Nikki announced with a crazy look in her eyes. I search her face before grabbing her arm.
"What? The bad ones always ride in Range Rovers. I'm just trying to protect you," she defended.
"Calm down. If it was an intruder, they wouldn
